time isn't real, we just have a linear manner of preceiving it

So it seems, so it seems.
Time slips from the most amazing minds, time just falls into the void, falls into the endless paradox of endless things. But does it really matter ?
Would it really matter if time stopped dead ?
We could do so much more, but would it really matter ?
You would merely adapt to the time void, and find that you no longer needed to rush. But then, there would be chaos. Who's to say that no time would differentiate the ever coming due dates, deadlines and perhaps, even the end of the world ? They would still come, even with time stopped.

Forget time.
It isn't real.
Things will come, and things will go no matter whether the clock ticks, or whether the room falls silent without the second hand to break it. There will always be a sense of time, but it is not real. I can assure you that.
We are merely human beings, not ticking time bombs. We've no need for time, and the world will end despite the tick of the clock.

An entire blog in French.

Quand ils ont dit que le bon meurt des jeunes, ils ont signifié sans aucun doute que le bon meurt des jeunes avec émotion. Je ne comprends pas même ce que continuant plus, je me sens comme j'ai été fait traîner pour voir, et je flotte juste là dans un paradoxe interminable de mes propres pensées. Je ne comprends pas beaucoup plus. Je pourrais prendre juste les vagues pour un peu plus long. Lancer ces pensées et devenir par-dessus bord homme par-dessus bord.