"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations."
Interestingly, I remember reading somewhere about Einstein and his theories. It stated that he made a lunch date with a very beautiful, intelligent and gracious woman - a friend's wife.
He sat to lunch and enjoyed himself so, he guessed he had spent half an hour or so with her. When he checked the clock, he noted that 2 hours had passed.
Then he figured he would try to sit on on a hot plate. When he could not stand it any longer he guessed it had been at least 10 minutes, only to find out it had only been 30 seconds.
So, time was indeed relative.
Don't know if this story was true, but I found it amusing and memorable.