Listen, Runt. A storm has broken in my mind. I have solved everything. Time is an illusion, relative only to our positions in space. Go fast, and time slows down. Go slow and time speeds up. There is no last week or yesterday or tomorrow. The universe is a vast collection of nows. Each moment exists eternally. So look: somewhere, we are forever catching a groundhog. All we have to do is find that moment and figure out how to remain there.