NO TIME AT ALL TO START WITH

So Man was just kicking along, doing whatever he wanted whenever he wanted and no one around to stress his dawdle with stuff like target-dates or deadlines or fully operational assembly schedules. No no no...Man woke up when that bright thing in the sky made it hard to sleep and gnaw a fig or some berries, then grab their stone-point spear and hunt a mastodon; maybe an auroch or two...Back to the cave, build a fire for a nice braised auroch tail and singed legumes, some tepid water and that's lunch. Tired? No problem, just nap a bit while the womenfolk skin the remaining auroch for supper...Ahhh, life was soo nice, so very relaxed..

Until some tank town boob from Scotland - with probably too much time on his hands - just had to go and invent the first gizmo that measured time. That's it just below. And ever since people have been having heart seizures and sprained limbs running for elevators, trains, buses, the last Beanie Baby at the Christmas Shoppe...all because some Mesolithic meddler HAD to know when the Moon was waxing.

It's a brittle thread upon which hangs Humanity; a brittle thread.