Maybe we should imagine ourselves just like broken clocks each of one with their "hands" stuck on different positions.

You'll be right sometimes but it won't last long, and more often you'll be wrong.

You'll seek for others to set and adjust yours, and feel like never founding the right source.

Then suddenly a day you start challenging the notion of time itself, its cicles, and it doesn't looks more like a circle but more like a spiral, constantly flowing, no beginning and no end.

What about the clocks then? Were they broken? Were they ever right or wrong? Maybe they never had sense, trying to fix and dividing in smaller and smaller pieces something that just goes, constantly changes, never is, while still flowing and expanding at same time is creating itself.

Maybe we should imagine ourselves more like a unique, interdependent, interconnected timechain, making intricate nets, constantly expanding, adding new links, endlessly changing, never right or wrong..

.. but maybe I am wrong.