Another day, another minute lost

[Whitey McTeeth]

Now there is an additional minute missing. I'm starting to get worried.

[Whitey McTeeth]

Oh minute, oh minute
Where have you gone?
These posts from the future
Are rubbing me wrong
so many questions
For so many weeks
Oh minute, oh minute
Please come back to me

[Lament]

You left it in aisle three. It's still sitting there.

[Sgt. Crackpot]

Here ya go:

[BurtReynolds]

what minute are we on currently?

[Jorge]

what minute are we on currently?

3

[Whitey McTeeth]

You guys think this is leading up to leap year 2016?

[BurtReynolds]

is that now now or then now?

[Whitey McTeeth]

Future present now.

[ABNorman]

Point of fact: another day, another 1440 minutes lost (give or take).

[E.H. Ruddock]

I'm so cold.

[Whitey McTeeth]

This is bullshit. I had things planned for these minutes.

[Sgt. Crackpot]

Time is an illusion, Whitey. You cannot lose something that does not exist.

[Whitey McTeeth]

I don't have enough time to read that.

[Sgt. Crackpot]

I don't have enough time to read that.

[BurtReynolds]

I'm afraid time travel into the past is impossible. Those minutes are gone forever.

[Sgt. Crackpot]

I'm afraid time travel into the past is impossible. Those minutes are gone forever.

Whoever thou mayest be, beloved stranger, whom I meet here for the first time, avail thyself of this happy hour and of the stillness around us, and above us, and let me tell thee something of the thought which has suddenly risen before me like a star which would fain shed down its rays upon thee and every one, as befits the nature of light. - Fellow man!

Your whole life, like a sandglass, will always be reversed and will ever run out again, - a long minute of time will elapse until all those conditions out of which you were evolved return in the wheel of the cosmic process. And then you will find every pain and every pleasure, every friend and every enemy, every hope and every error, every blade of grass and every ray of sunshine once more, and the whole fabric of things which make up your life.

This ring in which you are but a grain will glitter afresh forever. And in every one of these cycles of human life there will be one hour where, for the first time one man, and then many, will perceive the mighty thought of the eternal recurrence of all things:- and for mankind this is always the hour of Noon

[malice]

I'm afraid time travel into the past is impossible. Those minutes are gone forever.

Whoever thou mayest be, beloved stranger, whom I meet here for the first time, avail thyself of this happy hour and of the stillness around us, and above us, and let me tell thee something of the thought which has suddenly risen before me like a star which would fain shed down its rays upon thee and every one, as befits the nature of light. - Fellow man!

Your whole life, like a sandglass, will always be reversed and will ever run out again, - a long minute of time will elapse until all those conditions out of which you were evolved return in the wheel of the cosmic process. And then you will find every pain and every pleasure, every friend and every enemy, every hope and every error, every blade of grass and every ray of sunshine once more, and the whole fabric of things which make up your life.

This ring in which you are but a grain will glitter afresh forever. And in every one of these cycles of human life there will be one hour where, for the first time one man, and then many, will perceive the mighty thought of the eternal recurrence of all things:- and for mankind this is always the hour of Noon

9.7/10

[Rangi Guy]

I want my time back!