Eternity is a winged horse, infinitely fast, and time is a worn out jade; the existing individual is the driver. That is to say, he is such a driver when his mode of existence is not an existence loosely so-called; for then he is no driver but a drunken peasant who lies asleep in the wagon and lets the horses take care of themselves. To be sure, he also drives and is a driver, and so there are many who--also exist.--Eddie Van Halen
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