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Time? Whats time? Fuck time! It's size that defeats us. For the fish, the lake in which he lives is the universe. What does the fish think when he is jerked up by the mouth through the silver limits of exsistance and into a new universe where the air drowns him and the light is blue madness? Where huge bipeds with no gills stuff it into a suffocating box and cover it with wet weeds to die? Or take the point of a pencil and magnigy it. One reaches the point where a stunning realization strikes home: The pencil point is not solid; it is composed of atoms which whirl and revolve like a trillion demon planets. What seems solid to us is actually only a loose net held together by gravitation. Shrunk to the correct size, the distances between these atoms might become leagues, gulfs, aeons. The atoms themselves are composed of nuclei and revolving protons and electrons. One may step down further to subatomic particles. And then to what? Tachyons? Nothing? Perhaps you saw what place our universe plays in the scheme of things--as an atom in a blade of grass. Could it be that everything we can percieve, from the infinitesimal virus to the distant Horsehead Nebula, is contained in one blade of grass... a blade that may have exsisted for only a day or two in alien time-flow? What if that blade should be cut off by a scythe? When it begans to die, would the rot seep into our own universe and our own lives, turning everything yellow and brown and desiccated? Perhaps it's already began to happen. We say the world has moved on; maybe we really mean its begun to dry up. Think how small such a concept of things make us, people! If a God watches over it all, does He actually mete out justice for a race of gnats among an infinitude of races of gnats? Does his eye see the sparrow fall when the sparrow is less than a speck of hydrogen floating disconnected in the depth of space? And if he does see ...what must the nature of such a God be? Where does he live? How is it possible to live beyond infinity? Imagine the sand in the Mohaine Desert, and imagine a million universes--not worlds but universes--encapsulated in each grain of that desert; and within each universe an infinity of others. We tower over these universes from our pitiful grass vantage point; with one swing of your boot you may knock a billion billion worlds flying off into darkness, in a chain never to be completed.. Size people, Size.. Suppose further. Suppose that all worlds, all universes, met in one single nexus, a single pylon, a Tower. A stairway, perhaps, to the Godhead itself. Would you dare people? Could it be that somewhere above all of endless reality, there exsists a Room? ....you dare not! :)
Basically, I equal out to this..........My life has seemed soo long.. WHAAAAAAaaaa!!!! i dont got any time... age... anything... lifes one big day, you chose how to live it.. If you live longer you'll probably be surprised at how your feelings change-? I've found years don't neccesarily equal wisdom, but they buy you more time to figure this insanely beautiful life out... I give up though!!! It matters what matters too you.. to me, to him, to her.... Is wisdom REALLY important? Or beauty? Who's to judge? whats real to you though is what you chose... dont let nobody disguise it. period
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