I complain about time to Time itself—To the place where one longed to arrive but never did.To the place where some arrived without ever moving,And others journeyed for years yet never reached. I complain about time to its ruler—To the place where one had plenty and spent freely,While another, with nothing, withdrew into solitude. Here…

The first sentence that comes to mind to serve as an excuse for beginning: often we think but do not act, and often we act but do not think. The gap between these two on paper may not seem significant, but in the real world, the impact can be profoundly different. For the part where…