Time is so unreal and fleeting that you do not experience its passage nor can you remember it. You remember events, expressions, people, evidence of time, but time itself you cannot remember. It is so nonexistent that you don't experience it. You never did. You sometimes feel that time races or it goes slow, but time itself never is, beloveds. It is a mirage. It is a word. It is a concept. It is nothing but an idea. What are these supposed annals of time and where do they reside?