Yesterday i went to the library. I did do a search through the catalogue with the words time and philosophy.
I started reading the book by Bryan Magee. A small philosophy of life and death. I only read the first chapter about time and space. Some parts are simple, but the end results are puzzling for sure. I do enjoy reading it.
On page 17 there is the following text from Macbeth:
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more.
Macbeth V, 5