“Without space, there is no time.” — Dejan Stojanovic Quote

“Without space, there is no time.”

“Only the possibility of a journey creates space because space, before and after, becomes (is) the same; only the Way on a journey creates time, and the idea of the goal gives birth to time. Time does not measure time but the length of a passed road. The journey is space since nothing journeys (travels) from one to another or apart from one another. Nothing is ever separated; rather, all travel with all; all looks for itself within and in the other, and every path is the idea of the Being that finds itself on its journey because it is the Way.”

“To jump over centuries”

“A journey itself is beauty: space, journey, is the hope and joy of the world. Nothingness is the most important “dimension” of the Absolute or God; he doesn’t have dimensions without emptiness. Without Nothing, he is Nothing. Without the Nothing, there is no world and ultimately no space; if there is no space, there is nothing to be curved. However, if there is something, that something can exist as the world, only with the Nothing or in the Nothing or the Nothing can exist within it. Nothingness cannot be curved; only the Being can have curvature. The curvature of the Being is only its “physical” appearance and not the actual curvature of space, which is nothing and cannot be curved. As manifested in the world, the Being is many and One simultaneously. It is divided into a multitude yet stays One. There is only one Universe containing plurality—micro shapes, micro-universes, particles, waves, whatever we call all the elements of existence.”

“The tree was so old, and stood there so alone, that his childish heart had been filled with compassion; if no one else on the farm gave it a thought, he would at least do his best to, even though he suspected that his child's words and child's deeds didn't make much difference. It had stood there before he was born, and would be standing there after he was dead, but perhaps, even so, it was pleased that he stroked its bark every time he passed, and sometimes, when he was sure he wasn't observed, even pressed his cheek against it.”

“You know boss, dates only matter when there's somewhere you need to be.”

“There comes a point when you look at your photograph albums more often than you watch the news. When you opt out of time, and let it carry on doing its thing while you get on with yours. You simply stop dancing to the beat of the drum.”

“Why, if one wants to compare life to anything, one must liken it to being blown through the Tube at fifty miles an hour--landing at the other end without a single hairpin in one's hair! Shot out at the feet of God entirely naked! Tumbling head over heels in the asphodel meadows like brown paper parcels pitched down a shoot in the post office! With one's hair flying back like the tail of a race-horse. Yes, that seems to express the rapidity of life, the perpetual waste and repair; all so casual, all so haphazard ...”