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A Conundrum the Time Threw At Me
One day I sat before a time face-to-face struggling to puzzle out from a conundrum the time threw at me. Since the riddle was a mind bothering one I felt like Oedipus walking through a gorge touching the surface of rough rocks to feel something that may inspire him to find an answer to Sphinx’s riddle. The riddle that the time threw at me was “How long does it takes to get rid of all irrationality of the world and all agonies of humankind from surface of the earth?” My answer was “Several thousand… tens of thousands… hundreds of thousands of years…. Rather, over the billions of billions to the other side of eternity?” The time said to me “O helpless stupid idiot! If you vanish, in other words, at the moment you stop your breathing, everything, whatever the things that bother you, whatever things that torment you, will vanish at the same time; the bitter roots live in your heart as the colorful flowers named anguish blooming by a path of cogitation: the luring scent named anxiety comes from a deep swamp, traps you and never let you go. And all those miseries, you must know, will vanish without a trace as you stop your breath.” After the time gave me a severe scolding he shoved me roughly from the back with his strong hand that, no matter how much you plead for his mercy or kick and struggle, will never turn back once he moves forward or returns the thing that once he confiscated from you. I was fallen into the abyss of pitch darkness with tremendous speed as if a piece of shattered star sucks into a block hole.
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