There is no center and no apex. The path it travels is in question. Our best effort imagines time as as some sort of revolving door that spins evenly around us.
We feel in control. We feel out of control. We feel back in control.
We think we are the center. The center. We create a god that fits our concept of time. We confuse god with time, time with love, love with desire, desire with control.
Control. Control time and you control god. We love ourselves in the center. Time spins around us.
See, you ARE a Unitarian. Or some kind of cryto-Buddhist Commie Gardener Guy. Hmm.
Cryptanalysis: sure, yes, I’d like to decipher everything, especially thought and imagination
Buddhist: no idea, possibly, unexplored territory, are there dues?
Commie: the idealistic kind, sure, why not, firmly believing the “greatest nation” will collapse in financial chaos or class war
Gardener: in thought and word, not opposed to labor, but more of a “point and shoot” gardener, preferring the labor of others
Guy: yes. finally a point with a clear answer