He took moment and recognized time in segments.
Not in linear segments, though, but rather simultaneous ones. Reaching forward he picked up the large rock that was on the desk before him. It was bigger then his fist and laced with quartz and other minerals. All of them solid, heavy items of matter, as opposed to energy—that is, energy that's moving so slow that it's mass is more apparent then it's torque.
But within the stone was it's own time. A beginning, a middle and an end. A birth, maturity and death. Measured in his terms, the stone lived for millions of years, having been cast during the creation of the very planet itself. It's heavy state and simple collection of atoms makes it hardy and will surely be around after all who read these words pass on. But the stone still also faces it's on mortality—there will be a day in which it too will cease to exist in it's current state.
But it was the current state, the here and now that was important to him. Because his consciousness allowed himself to see this slice of time, this time made up of hundreds or thousands or even maybe millions distinct separate time lines that happen to converge in this one place.
Those more egotistical, he thought, assume that it's their own perception of time as the true nature of time and are unaware that their perception is warped by their ignorance. A dis-knowledge that for many passes as bliss but causes stress for those aware.