Days have tempos to them. Mondays are long. Wednesdays last forever, but hope of the week being shorter after Wednesday is over makes the day endurable. Fridays are jubilant. The weekend starts shortly after the day goes past noon. Seasons also have tempos to them. Decades and centuries have tempos to them. If I ever investigated my spiritual life, I would not be surprised to find that it also included various tempos. Maybe I'll take that endeavor up one of these days.
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