In the grand theatre of existence, few matchups probe the nature of reality quite like this one. The sloth, a creature so magnificently unhurried that it grows algae on its fur, faces off against time itself - the invisible conveyor belt upon which all existence rides. One is a three-toed philosopher hanging from a cecropia branch; the other is the fourth dimension made manifest. Both, curiously, share an intimate relationship with the concept of waiting.
Scientists estimate that a sloth moves at approximately 0.24 kilometres per hour. Time, by contrast, moves at exactly one second per second - a rate so consistent it borders on the obsessive. Yet here we find ourselves, compelled to determine which proves superior when subjected to rigorous academic scrutiny.