Time

What, precisely, does time go around? Moment after sparkling Moment, it expands like a snake feeding on itself - Ouroboros The coin gyrating to a standstill on the table has its own symmetry, its own meticulousness. Like chaos producing peace. Like clamour building up to silence. But time is different. It has no symmetry. No Start. No Stop. Only Play! It makes us dance to its tunes. And its tunes are many. Stop. We must stop it. Bring it to rest. For time enslaves us. Puts us on a leash. Puppeteers us. Time must be broken, at least circumvented and manipulated. Time must be bound and constrained. It must be enslaved and not the other way round. If the machinery of time has a soul it must be broken.

If its soul has a voice it must be silenced.

If its voice has a harshness it must be quelled. A flashback from March 2010.

Forever

for•ev•er

Adverb

1. Without ever ending; eternally: to last forever. 2. Continually; incessantly; always.

Noun

3. An endless or seemingly endless period of time.

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Forever is nothing but a word – a remark, an expression – it holds no meaning.

There exists no such thing which can last forever. Nothing.

And that is why we cherish and cling onto our moments and memories like a treasure.

The memories and reminiscences we deliberately or accidentally support our lives on and struggle and attempt to be a part of.

The recollections we strive so hard to store and stock up in the concealed corners of our hearts.

Yet in the same depths of our hearts we very well know that, even in these seemingly safe crevices, the memories are not safe and will ultimately slip away and be lost to the vast expanses of emptiness.

Our prized memories will, someday, drain into the infinite voids of eternity. And so will we along with the entire universe we live in and also everything beyond it and not bound by it.

And that makes our times here much more fascinating and precious. And it is something that should drive us forward and motivate us rather than hold us back. This chance opportunity called LIFE is the most beautiful adventure which we as humans can cherish and enjoy. 

Mors Certa, Vita Incerta

"Death is certain, life is not."

and so it begins...

"This is the end...Beautiful friend This is the end...My only friend - the end.  Of our elaborate plans, the end. Of everything that stands, the end."

- The Doors

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An End without an End.

Chapter 7

He wakes up. Looks into the mirror. A man filled with anger and rage. A man whose sole purpose is vengeance. He had to be born.

He tries to remember... trying to recollect where he is now and how he got there.

But this is all he knows - there are jobs to be finished. Tasks which need to be executed. Someone's revenge to be avenged - Someone's.

Deep inside he knows that he will never be content. Self inflicted malice.