Time says “Let there be” 

every moment and instantly 

there is space and the radiance 

of each bright galaxy. 

And eyes beholding radiance. 

And the gnats’ flickering dance. 

And the seas’ expanse. 

And death, and chance. 

Time makes room 

for going and coming home 

and in time’s womb 

begins all ending. 

Time is being and being 

time, it is all one thing, 

the shining, the seeing, 

the dark abounding.

Hymn to Time - Ursula K. Le Guin

 "All the years and places of his brief broken life came within mind's reach and made a whole again. He knew once more, at last, after this long, bitter, wasted time, who he was and where he was. But where he must go in the years to come, that he could not see; and he feared to see it."

A Wizard Of Earthsea - Ursula K. Le Guin

He knew once more, at last, after this long, bitter, wasted time, who he was and where he was. But where he must go in the years to come, that he could not see; and he feared to see it. 

Ursula K. Le Guin

 A rock is a good thing, too, you know. If the Isles of Earthsea were all made of diamond, we'd lead a hard life here. Enjoy the illusions, lad, and let the rocks be rocks.

Ursula K. Le Guin