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Let's talk about time baby! - Honoring time
On a life-boat passing through Time, making its way to the island of timely order(s). Surrounded by death/decay and birth/unmanifested on the other side. Surfing/Suffering on the waves of Time. Maybe tonight. The meaning of words change all the Time. Unable to find meaning if not rooted in Time. Counting up or counting down either way you are keeping Time. Yet taking the Time to Time Time. If Life is a zero sum game, what's the shortest interval that you have achieved this at? Millennia, centuries, years, days or seconds ? M-C-IIIVIV-i-d? Letting go generates space and time thus centering oneself in the present moment. With precision and ease as in any clockmaker's watch. The Sands of Time scatter as the hourglass shatters, turning to sand over Time. Yet Time will keep its own Time. Unless blocked by these very particles of sand. Even though the books in the library are buried. My spoken words will echo throughout Time. Yet keep running out of sync in this fast changing world. Acceptable losses by aiding incoherence. As I await my Trial by Numbers.
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