"now, yes, now"

What time is it when we say, “My mother is dead. She collapsed and is cold on the floor”?  And what time is it when sperm collides with eggs in a moment of passion? Is it the same time? 

Is it the same time when across the table at Sunday breakfast you find out a good friend might have leukemia or when the sun bursts through the clouds and warms your heart?

It is all a gift one way or another I believe.

It is all at once and time is irrelevant.