In the beginning-- or what for the sake of sanity I shall call the beginning-- there was Time.
An artisan crafting each moment, Time is a ham-fisted, but methodical, personification pounding us-- living and dying, animate, inanimate-- into shape for the next moment, so that Each moment can be flipped like a child's drawing pad and we-- much more exquisitely designed than that child's stick figure dream-- fit within each moment, a perfect symphony of sound, color, motion, moving fluidly--
But one moment by itself is a frozen, unreal world soundless colorless soulless --joined by violent flapping through Time's 3-D Infinite drawing pad. Please,… … …continue
