My life = My time (derived through the number of years I live)
But how can I call it my time, when much of it is given to organization. Good parts go in ritual, dogma, living up to society's expectations. Good part is already gone putting up with instructions from everyone. And god forbid other parts may go in not so good health and suchlike.
Where is my time? Where is my life?
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