Twenty-four hours

"...for how could anything in this fluctuant world be held still for long enough to have a measuring rod applied to it? (Have I said this before? I don't care.) And even if it were possible to impose the necessary stillness, would the resulting measurements have any meaning outside the laboratory, the dissecting room? Old What's-his-name was right, all this flux and fire wherein we whirl. Even the dead move, as they crumble and drift, dreaming eternity."

~ John Banville

Cold objectivity is the romantic's walking stick.