An excerpt from the book "Solomon Time" by Will Randall. As I read, I found myself nodding vehemently in agreement:
"Solomon Time, Solomon Time - how it was to dominate future events I then had no no idea. It is liquid, a fluid that cannot be contained, that has no master, that sloshes backwards and forwards and even from side to side. It has no symmetry or order. Solomon Time plays nobody's rules, yet it loosely dictates that something may happen a little late or perhaps a little early or days late or even days early; it may have happened already or it may never happen at all. Schedules and timetables become irrelevancies, arrangements, meetings, deadlines inconsequential.
Solomon Time trickles through every stream in every forest and pumps through the veins of every man or woman born of Solomon. Clocks stop ticking; wristwatches become mere ornaments. Time is governed by the sun and the the moon, by light and dark. Months slip by indistinguishable one from the next. December as hot as May, November as wet as June. Daily routine, apart from the two bookends of morning and evening prayer, is as higgledy-piggledy as a child's toy box. Mealtimes become moveable feasts. Work, rest and play are as confused as three scoops of ice cream melted in the tropical sun."