Time is not the 4th dimension. It is the precursor to dimensionality. And it is self-aware, transentient, and uniquely alive in and as each one of us. Time, you see, is a friend, not a dimension. The fact that you can represent it is no more interesting than the fact I can write your name. But you are not your name, or the writing, or my (or your) ideas. You are living time. A time way.