Try to imagine a life without timekeeping.
You probably cant. You know the month, the year, the day of the week. There is a clock on your wall or the dashboard of your car. You have a schedule, a calender, a time for dinner or a movie. Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out.
"You just like the idea of me. You like the person I present myself under circumstances that I can control. I choose what I say and how I say things. It's like being attracted to a fictional character in a book. They are scripted and made up. If you think about it, through writings, we all script and make ourselves up. I don't share the person I become when I am upset. I don't show you how I look like when I sleep. I don't tell you about all the times I've made someone cry. All the guilty things I've done and the bad thoughts I've had."
Curiosity will most-likely be the death of me or it will be the madness that dwells in my mind. Its either one but hey; its all about the journey, not the destination.