Why must the thought of time be so trapping? Must we always have an order to things? Loosing track of time and dates and other orderly things which don't actually exist but are universally accepted as real is the sense of freedom I wish would extend to the rest of life. When that knowledge is lost, a new version of vibing on your own is unlocked-- without the forced order you never asked for in the first place. And those vibes are much less restrictive.