Time is a lot of the things people say that God is.
There's the always preexisting, and having no end. There's the notion of being all-powerful -- because nothing can stand against time, can it? Not mountains, not armies.
And time is, of course, all-healing. Give anything enough time, and everything is taken care of: all pain encompassed, all hardship erased, all loss subsumed.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Remember, man, that thou art dust; and unto dust thou shalt return.
And if Time is anything akin to God, I suppose that Memory must be the Devil.
prologue to A Breath of Snow and Ashes, Diana Gabaldon
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