What is time? The progression of life into the unknown. The progression of the existing into nonexistence. I say this, because the future doesn't exist unless we live it —it's unknown.
Time itself is like air, it always moves: you might see where it's going, but you don't know where it will reach.
Time and air are the same, we feel them, but can't grasp them. Although they exist, we can't see them.
Moreover, these two are the bridge between reality (the world of images and symbols) and existence (the world we live in).
I called us, humans, mere existences, because we are unreal. Reality doesn't die. We only exist for up to 120 years, before joining the none existent matter which is death.
To avoid this, we have to cross over the bridge of time filled with harsh winds to become real. How do we do this? By understanding images and symbols.
