Zastavujem sa a nič nerobím. Nič sa nedeje. O ničom nepremýšľam. Ticho vnímam len plynutie času. To je čas, všetkým dôverne známy. Unáša nás. Chvátanie sekúnd, hodín, rokov. Vrhá nás do života a potom sťahuje do ničoty. Prebývame v ňom ako ryby vo vode. Naše bytie je bytím v čase. Jeho veľkolepá choreografia sa o nás stará, otvára nám svet, trápi nás, desí, uspáva. Strhávaný časom sa vesmír vyvíja podľa rádu času a ponáhľa do svojej budúcnosti.
Carlo Rovelli - Rád času
I stop and do nothing. Nothing is going on. I don't think about anything. In silence, I only perceive the passage of time. That is the time, intimately known to all. It carries us away. Grabbing seconds, hours, years. It throws us into life and then drags us down into nothingness. We dwell in it like fish in water. Our being is being in time. His magnificent choreography takes care of us, opens the world to us, troubles us, scares us, lulls us to sleep. Pulled by time, the universe evolves according to the order of time and rushes into its future.
Carlo Rovelli - Order of Time