Time, I knew, is that which falsely imbues moment with singular heft. Time does not unite me but parcels and sunders marrow my voice, breaking truth of all life one instant stride. Where, I asked this particular dark, do I go to seek time embodied, unimbibed by experience or mind? It spoke: go within and seek the seams between moments, breaths, and beats, seek the scars that tell where time’s hand has been and open them, plunge in.