I can feel the edge of the world. I can taste the salt spray of oblivion on my tongue as the waters fall to the abyss. With each passing second I am reminded that time is trivial. Something invented to quell the hearts of men and try to feed order into chaos. The depths of understanding are wrong. Time is not linear. Time is non-existant. We birthed time to suit our own needs. Always rushing always fighting for a few extra seconds of an existential existance. When it is time that we need it is time that we kill.
The depths of understanding are topical at best. Fire is hot, so it burns. but matter can neither be created nor destroyed. Fire does not burn, it frees. The first understandable and useful form of plasma, creating a bridge between that which is solid and which is intangiable. Water, by deffinition is non-acidic. yet it takes a peace of everything it touches. with enough time water changes the whole world. erodes, scapes, slices, destroyes. The whole planet bends to its will. Everything living bends to its will.
How can two things change so much of the human understanding? Water, and time. Time and water. perhaps they are the same. Time is a fluid. like a puddle. We're not moving in a line but sinking through an ocean. We are the pebble dropped into the pond, though we do not know it. if the pond is deep enough eventually the pebble will erode away. Stop existaning for all extensive purposes. Bits might live on, lingering in the ebb and flow of the puddle. But the pebble is no longer whole, no longer what it was. The second it touches the water it slowly fades.
That is time. We are all pebbles sinking in a maddingly deep pond. longing for rest. We fall ever slowly through the puddle of time losing a bit of our selves every second and minute. the deeper we fall the less time we are whole.
Time is not a line, but an ocean.
The strongest force on the planet, changing everything it touches.
We're all drowning slowly, and we don't even know it.
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