Time: the great paradox of human existence. It's like trying to grasp a handful of water, only to find it slipping through your fingers like a sentient, time-traveling ninja.
Time is a paradox, and paradoxes are time. It's a chicken-and-egg situation, where the egg is a chicken and the chicken is an egg, and the paradox is a paradox.
Why do philosophers always talk about time, but never do anything with it? It's like they're stuck in some sort of temporal purgatory.