A Brief Conjecture of Time

but i am NOT Stephen Hawking.

 

they say time is fluid. it flows. fast or slow, depending on the viscosity, but never stopping.

not like water. water stops when it turns to ice. though technically, that makes it no longer a liquid, but a solid.

time is not solid.

it is wafer thin. shimmering like a waterfall.

but memories,

memories can punch holes in time, distorting it. causing its course to alter, disfiguring it. concave, convex, complex.

but still, it never stops.

death.

death is another fist in the waterfall. ever so subtly altering the flow, in a grandiose display of natures intent.

for this is the way its supposed to be.i suppose then, death is more like a stone at the lip of the fall, than a fist near the bottom.

the beaver dam of progress.

 

 

 

often i reflect on how cool it would be if we all really got a 30 second montage of the best moments of our lives, complete with audio from our number one favorite song of all time, just before we died.

you know, like they have in the movies?

 

seriously, how cool would that be? yeah.

 

i try to fit mental visual montages into a few songs a day in waking life just to make things more interesting.

i've been told i have a very vivid imagination. i am pleased to announce that my imagination now comes in HD for the ultimate in imaginary experiences.

 

have you ever tried to imagine what it would feel like to jump off a skyscraper?

i think that would be one of those moments when time becomes incredibly viscuous. in those seconds, you'd be able to see the detail of all the brickwork, count the pigeons, have time for a second thought, repent, and hope it ends up painless, all while greeting the sidewalk rushing up at your face.

 

i would never want to jump or fall off a tall building. i've thought of what it would be like before, but no way in hell would i want to experience it. i don't even like being inside of tall buildings. when i am, i stay away from the windows.

i fell out of a treehouse once though.

i did not land on my feet.

(i know what you're thinking. no, smartass, i did not fall on my head either. so that doesn't explain anything. ha.)

but 15 or so feet isn't enough height to slow time down.

 

it IS just enough time to speed things up though.

sometimes things happen so damn fast you just don't even know what happened.

but then, you have plenty of time to realize what happened as you lay immobilized by pain.

it took a full three minutes to get my wind back that day.

nature is very selective of the moments she decides to let time act up on us. i'm starting to wonder if she hasn't got a sick sense of humor.

 

in a few months, i'll be a year older. and though the days seem slow in coming, i look back and can't for the life of me figure out where they went.

 

i most certainly am not amused.

though, nature, she never does cease to amaze.

well, we'll always have our memories.

and like water through a waterfall, so are the days of our lives...

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