19 Jun The Imaginary River Of Time
Posted at 10:15h in Observations, Way of Way
Time is an imaginary measure of the space between events.
It only exists because we are its parents.
Time is a river from fountainhead to sea.
It wouldn’t exist if it wasn’t for me.
The river is the river, it is as it is.
where I am in the river makes time whiz.
I am who I am, unchanged from the fountainhead
until the time I think I’m dead.
The river is the river, even when its part of the sea
But that is something I cannot see.