Time
“I want to go to the Tree of Happiness, and I was told that you would take me.” He handed her the ticket made of gold.
Time gazed at the token. “This is lovely. But it isn’t for me—it’s for you,” she said as she handed it back.
“It’s a ticket for you to take me to the Tree of Happiness. I got it from Mr. Love.”
“A ticket isn’t what gets you there. And besides, that ticket is old.”
Puzzled, Mark replied, “But I just got it an hour ago.”
“Yes, I can see that by the time stamp, but it’s old. Anything older than right now is in the past.”
