At first – before this “first” was generated or the “after” was wanted – time was not, but was at rest with itself in what is, and itself kept quiet in what is. But there was a busy, active nature, wanting to rule itself and be its own, choosing to seek more than the present, that moved itself, and time moved too; and always moving on to the “next” and the “later” and to what is not the same but one after another, we turned our journey into a long stretch and fabricated time as an image of eternity. For there was an unquiet power of soul that always wanted to transfer what it saw there into something else, that was unwilling for the whole to be present to it all at once.

The human being is a creature of distance! And only by way of the real primordial distance that the human in his transcendence establishes toward all beings does the true nearness to things begin to grow in him.