• The Story of Our Time

    Our time is a story,
    three short sentences long;
    I lived.
    I died.
    The end.
    Time is a river, and we are leaves floating on its surface.
    Drifting lazily towards the white rapids of change and turmoil.
    And in those swiftly moving currents we find ourselves pulled into new realms.
    We find the old saying comes true, and we are lost in new identities.
    No man ever stands in the same river twice,
    For it is not the same river,
    And he is not the same man.
    No man ever stands in the river even once,
    For the river is not there merely because the eyes see it,
    Because the skin contracts beneath its coolness.
    The water which rushes around his body,
    Which is made mostly of the same substance,
    Is not water.
    Is not the feeling of water.
    Nor are our bodies the water.
    Nor are our bodies,
    Our bodies.
    As we are not the footprints,
    Which we leave in the sands of time.
    Nor the feelings we feel,
    As superfluous as they are.
    And time is not the measure of everything dynamic in the universe,
    Nor is it the sand.
    It is not the pulse of change and energy.
    It is the mundane madness.
    It is the swift sanity.
    And the moderate contradiction.
    It is the one dimensional connection between moments,
    In which our consciousness is frozen.
    Its name,
    Chronos,
    Or Kairos,
    Or whatever you choose,
    Is such a misleading deception,
    For to give it a word is to imply that it can be defined.
    But time is something beyond meaning,
    Beyond perfect understanding.
    It is the tempo to the song of being,
    Signaling the cosmic players to begin the next series of notes.
    We are its pillars, its watchmen, and it watches us,
    We falter beneath it, like the stones beneath the tides,
    And we fade,
    Fade,
    Fade away.
    Gone evermore...
    In that flow of time.
    I lived.
    I died.
    The end.
    The story of our time.
    It is three sentences long.
    I lived.
    I died.
    The end.