What sweeter sound is there in this world than dry, rasping knock of an analog clock? The seconds, minutes, and hours pittering by, all in the friendly reminder to us that there is no slowing in our countdown. At a glance, we can discern just how much of our day we have missed, wasted, or enjoyed. And how could we truly enjoy a day without a way to quantify just how quickly it has gone by?
And with the slow ticking of each clock, so does our heart go on, beating off the seconds of our life until time runs out. If not for the round faced time-keepers -- whose turning hands hold more power than the moon over the seas -- how would we ever really live?
If not for clocks of all variation, how would we know when night has come or when morning has awakened? How would we know when we must close our eyes for rest? We would surely all be tired every day should we lose the constant reminder that our lives are ticking onward. And what of eating, one of humanity's favorite pastimes? Our punctuality would fall to the wayside! Office workers would never know when to stop work for a bite, and what's worse, they would never know when to go back to working. The constant reminder hanging on our wall, latched to our wrists, ingrained in our heads that time - the most sacred of all naturally made human constructs - is still moving.
Without the aid of clocks, it is surely true that slowly, inch by inch, the world would stop turning. People would forget their need to be busy and would begin taking time for themselves. What a tragedy this would be! Nothing has ever gotten done with free time.
So I entreat you here, to take the time to look at your clock with more loving eyes. Remember how, without its knocking on the door of time, we would all be lost, left to nature's own devices. Clocks are our greatest weapons against the tragedy of thought, the calamity of existentialism, the depression of life. Without them, where would we be?