Worlds of Time

There’s a place where the click…click…click of the second hand’s arm fails to make any sound. Here there is no concept of lateness or delay, everything exists in one continuous moment. Everything is happening at the same time everything ceases to do anything. Everything or nothing can be experienced in this life, this moment, but these experiences do not just present themselves, they must be sought out and made one’s own. The mechanical control of time has never been, and will never be. There is no past, only the present and the space that will soon be this moment, this space isn’t the future only what has already happened, but which has not seen light. Past, present, and future have melded into one system without a beginning or an end. The future is only the past without light. This place is a point without a linear passage. Everything revolves, is layered and is connected, in this point. The concept of tracking movement in space is calculated, only, by the body; the pulsing of the inhabitances’ hearts. There is no lunch time there is no dinner only this moment at which you are hungry and as a result eat. There is no time at which people go to bed, only the feeling of being exhausted and falling asleep.

In other worlds time finds ways to steal the moments that we wish could last for an eternity. Life, in turn, grants us the pleasure of feeling an eternal entrapment in moments of pain, extreme boredom, and discomfort. In other worlds our dreams are over before we can even remember where they took place, while our nightmares drag on in the back of our minds through out the rest of our lives.

None of these are present in this different place, this eternal moment, for time not only stands still but is void. If every thing is still when time stops, then everything must also be in motion, thus allowing anything to happen.