We are now faced with the fact that tomorrow is today. We are confronted with the fierce urgency of now. There is such a thing as being too late. We may cry out desperately for time to pause in her passage, but time is adamant to every plea and rushes on. Over the bleached bones and jumbled residues of numerous civilizations are written the pathetic words, “Too late.”

Damned right, Martin. Damned right.