Oh prisoners, harken unto me! I deliver you from your science, your formulas, your laws, from that bondage of the spirit, from that determinism which is more obdurate than fate. I am the cleft in the armour-plating. I am the loophole in the prison. I am the error in the calculation. I am life.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, ‘Southern Mail’
Time and tide wait for no (wo)man, as the dead must already have taught you. ∞