Yes, time marches ahead. I can’t count the number of times I rewound and reset this before Quaker worship in Dover each Sunday, or First-Day, in the old parlance. Some Friends said the ticking kept reminding them, “Slow down, slow down.” Others found the sound disturbing.
It’s hard for me to believe my book Quaking Dover has been published more than a year now.
Jnana's Red Barn 
There’s an old clock hanging on the wall in the Palmerston North Friends’ Meeting House where I worship, mostly via Zoom these days as my Chronic migraines limit the amount of driving I can do alone. No matter whether in person or via Zoom, the one constant is the slow steady ticking of that clock. I find it helps me centre down, and I think I would miss it if it was gone.
I miss this, too, now that I’m worshipping at Cobscook Friends meetinghouse in the woods of rural Maine.