“To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven.”

“To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven”

“To every thing there is a season and a time to every purpose under Heaven.”

“To every thig there is a season,a time for every purpose under the sun.A time to be born,and a time to die.A time to plant,and a time to recap.A time to weep,and I time to laughA time to mourn,and a time to dance.”

“Everything under heaven is in utter choas; the situation is excellent.”

“And it's a disquieting thought that not even the past is done with, even that continues to change, as if in reality there is only one time, for everything, one time for every purpose under heaven. One single second, one single landscape, in which what happens activates and deactivates what has already happened in endless chain reactions, like the processes that take place in the brain, perhaps, where cells suddenly bloom and die away, all according to the way the winds of consciousness are blowing.”