It is another evening - despite the fact that it is now 2011. There year could have started at any other point during the previous 365 days - and it has in the past. There is not enough time tonight for me to discuss time spent, time saved, time wasted - but it just reminded me of a portion of a poem by T.S. Eliot -

Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.

from the 4 quartets (burnt norton) by T.S. Eliot