Spaces are pregnant with possibility
I can move forward and backwards in space, it is pregnant with possibility
I can drop my daughter off at school and short cut through 'Long Alley' to avoid those parents walking their lovable Rotweilers.
Yet I cannot do with time, mover backwards and forward, as I do with space.
Also with space we have the pleasantly spooky sense that there is something out there in outer space.
Or as Terry Eagleton beautifully puts it,' It is now time which is drearily homogeneous, just the same damn thing over again, a phallic trajectory in contrast to the teeming womb of spatiality.'