Hello My lovely TSF Family
Today, I found myself circling a specific thought—one that feels like a riddle the universe whispered in passing: “Time the time beforetime times you.”
​It’s easy to think of time as a straight line, a sequence of ticking clocks moving us from a fixed past toward an unknown future. But there is a version of "time" that exists before the clocks were even built. A "beforetime" that isn't a date on a calendar, but a state of being.
​When we "time" the time, we try to measure the unmeasurable. We try to catch the wind in a net. But then comes the multiplication—the way that original essence "times" us back. It expands us. It repeats us. It reminds us that we aren't just moving through time; we are the result of it, folded over and over again.
​Maybe the secret isn't to watch the clock, but to let that "beforetime" rhythm set the pace.
The reactions, how often do I try to control the clock instead of feeling the flow? What does it mean to be "timed" by the universe?

Hello WEF, today I want to share with you about a project I worked on.
This semester, we had a group project in Science where we created a simple water filter using charcoal, sand, and gravel. It was interesting to see how we could clean dirty water using simple materials.

The project taught us teamwork and problem-solving. I enjoyed working with my classmates and learning from each other. It also made me more curious about how things work, especially in the environment around us.