That sounds like a modernized version of an old Hindu quote that I love, and think illustrates it nicely... "There is a granite mountain so high that a raven can barely fly over it without touching it. In its beak, the raven has a scarf. Once every thousand years, it flies over the mountain, the very tips of the fringes rubbing against the granite. When the entire mountain has been ground into dust, that is one moment in eternity."
Consider this....we're already in eternity cause all "Time" is, is the measuring standard of someone's invention.....the clock.
