Time as it is so often described may exist or it may not, but there are breaks in the continuum; it is the cadence.  The interval can be fast (atoms disintegrating) or slow (the birth and death of stars), but interval it is.  Life as I know it is pandemonium based on the unceasing modulation of the cosmic plane. This is why rhythm is so basic to our psyche.  We live by it; the tick tock of cadenza is how we repeat ourselves to the stars. 

We are millions of souls creating our own beat; like  intertwining and never-ending fractals writing against the score of the sky.  It is throwing stone after stone skipping across a pond, the prayer wheels of Tibet and the drums of Africa.  It is the allegory for the rhythm that is created by humans to match the heartbeat of the cosmos.