Poncho:
I recently realized that I have journeyed very close to the center of time. At this place everything is frozen. As you travel away time increases as the radius increases. Slowly you rejoin the fast pace of our world, only to notice that so much has pasted you by. As you travel close the the center of time, everything else will continue on as if you are still there. In actually you are stuck in a moment. The world around you passes by leaving you in that moment which you want to experience forever. These journeys are most widely experienced by lovers and parents.
As a lover, who wants to let go of that feeling? Who does not charish the touch of another? Their love brings them to the center of time. Their love becomes all that they see. Everything else is lost, forgotten, and pushed aside. This is how I journeyed to the center of time. More than once actually. Never actually hit the dead center though. If I did I would not be writing this now.
Parents are probably the most common tourists to the center of time. Their children are the reason. Mothers who never want their children to grow up, fathers who hold the experience of laughter, love, and passion so close to their hearts. They are happy in these moments. They don't want anything to change or take away their feelings. They want to experience theses times for all time.
As I speak of moments, I do not speak of just breif periods of time. On my last journey my moment lasted over a year. Some moments will last for decades well others only a few seconds. It depends on how close a moment brings you to the center. To the person experiencing this moment, it may last centuries to them but in reality it could be only seconds. It is hard to measure moments. Mine seemed to last a lifetime, but was actually only a year. Let me tell you, I was lost when I returned.
I believe we all should journey to the center of time. It will help you enjoy a moment for what it is and will teach you not to hold on to that moment but to be ready for the next. From this note, I will leave you.
-Dave
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Mr. Johnson,
Mr. Johnson,
I must say, your story, perhaps your entire existence in general is a charming reality in my mind. I gravitate onward, from word to word, tone to tone, yet someday I too will experience this sort of lifestyle. My pleasures are indeed true and sincere, but the pure formation of these lies are all too hidden for their normal investigative precision. It is you, you are the word, the pouring power, the implicate granola that drives my soul. For without your divine reality, I too would be lost upon the sea of monsters and lions which exist in us all. Thank you, thank you for this imperfect truth, it is my savior, my driver, and my passenger, and it helps judge right from wrong, yellow from red, love from jealousy.
From these and other reasons yet to be determined that I too must pass on to the second threshold. Finally the journey that won’t leave me returning in the scum, which I’ve know as inner city traffic, and outer city tree farming. It is these acute but surreal life forms that drive the next step of intellectual faith. As you may know, it is our mothers, and not just mothers, but fathers also that make this step in the foremost of journeys. So know that we’ve examined every step In this crazy oblong series of fields, we have but left to ask, what next? Is our life so set as to be determined by this thing you call Love? Or is there something more, something of a nature so raw and uncensored, that even we too can’t comprehend all of it’s majestic charisma? I challenge you, the book holder of life’s solutions, to find me this answer, to find me this conclusion, for then it will finally appear to you as clear as the sky is blue. I ask of you to but leap from photo to photo, from heart to heart, for this is were these solutions will appear legible.
I’ve passed these ideas many times over, and yet the water in my tank still appears of an non-opaque color. Whom do I have to blame but the God of Sea himself! Neptune may have the power to conjure the greatest and worst of storms, but his powers are matched only to the power of love processed by even the smallest of dolphins. Poison may taste of a nature true and unfiltered, but it’s powerless without a victim for it to feast off. Without this Vyborg controlled world, would time not exist in sequence? Would the weight of matter change into of form of glory or prescience? Nothingness is little without it’s own documentation, and devoid of the novelist, producer, or playwright, this vacuum would be little more than a naught chock-a-block. Thank you for your epoch, and I propose you a virtuous day.
-The Emperor of Time Travel.
Buwaahhhahahahha.... The end is near. Bitches.
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