What is time? A conditional grid invented by people—or an unconditional substance that has existed from the very beginning? And if it is fifteen years old, and today it nearly drowned, while he is forty—and in two days he will die—then what is it, time? And what is “almost”—“just barely”? Can, for example, death be “just barely”?! Death, like life, is either there or it isn’t.
What is love? An agreed set of rules in relationships between people—men and women, fathers and daughters? Or is God Love? Or is Love God… And if it is fifteen, and he is forty, and he is the friend and peer of her father—then what kind of love can be at issue, given the difference in time between them?
Is love equal to time multiplied by love, or love multiplied by time? And what are they, really—variables that can be easily reduced, or unshakable constants?
And do such questions even matter to a teenager—one who, secretly from his parents, sets off on a Journey?..