It somehow felt right to do it now . He took a handful of coarse , brown sand and poured it into the hourglass.
TIME BEGAN
PROGRESS BEGAN
The grains rubbed against the smooth glass , struggling to make their way through the small orifice ; waiting for none , showing no sympathy for the slower grains pushed to the sides.
He sat watching it , observing the nature and character of His new Creation ; unaware that it was a whole new dimension in itself . A dimension which took away stillness and brought motion . Once created , time refused to stop. He realized that it was a ruthless creature that he had created . It rubbed and rubbed and rubbed , scarring the very glass that contained it .The grains rushed and pushed only to ultimately fall into the lump of another ten thousand identical ones .
He realized that it was Time to move on.He could do nothing now.He knew that he could not watch it forever because forever now existed .He also knew that one day , all the sand would reach the bottom and the hourglass would have to be overturned