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In many years, not much has happened. In many minutes, a lot has happened. In one second, everything has happened.
I drift forever with the current down these long canals theyβve made, Tame, yet wild, I run elusive Multitasking to your aid. Before I came, the world was darker, colder, sometimes, rougher, true. But though I might make living easy, Iβm good at killing people too.
Gold in a leather bag, swinging on a tree, money after honey in its time. Ills of a scurvy crew cured by the sea, reason in its season but no rhyme.
By Moon or by Sun, I shall be found. Yet I am undone, if there's no light around
It regulates our daily movements, but it feels no interest in our lives. It directs us when to come and go, but does not care if we pay attention. What is it?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?