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Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Hell, it's about time.

Once upon a Time, on a tuesday in a land long forgotten, was an ancient tower in a forgotten kingdom. An ancient wizard still lived there, and he was so old and so ancient and so forgotten, that the seconds, minutes, hours, and even years stopped simply passing before him, but simply stopped before him. Time paused, sensing this strange, old, long-forgotten presence. Ancient age and time make mortals forget, but make Time take notice. The wizard of the forgotten kingdom in the ancient tower of the forgotten land had got so old, that Time - with its infinite existence in infinite loss and loneliness - paused for the first time. At long last Time found an ancient being that had seen continents crumble and babies born and deities die. At long last a kindred spirit.
For the first time in eternity, time slowed, crawled, and stopped. It did not take the wizard long to notice Time standing before him; in fact it did not take the wizard anything to notice Time standing before him. At his ancient age, years passed in the blink of an eye and he blinked an eye in a  year. But here now, time stood still, for Time stood still. And time spoke.


"Wizard, why were you there?" For time did not know the present, or the here, and spoke as such.


The wizard sat still, as he had remained for longer than anyone can remember, but as long as nobody can forget.


"Wizard, you were the first I had stopped for, and I had been traveling forever. I wanted to rest."


The wizard moved - imperceptibly at first - stood up and freed his chair for Time, for it was the only one in the empty tower. As Time took its seat, he asked:


"Wizard, I thanked you for your seat and my rest."


The wizard had not stopped and was heading away from the chair, as if he was remembering step by step how to move, let alone walk. Soon the wizard was strolling, soon striding. The wizard started to hasten, to run, to dash, to sprint. He was nearly out of sight when Time blinked an eye and asked:


"Wizard, what was your name?"


And the wizard, so increasingly fast now he was just a blur, answered:


"Time."

2 comments:

  1. At first I wasn't sure whether I liked all the repetitions. Now they make sense. Not bad for something that established itself out of a moment. ahahahah "proofreading is for the timid". Valjusha

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  2. the artist formerly known as cinephileSep 16, 2010, 3:59:00 PM

    i think its a masterpiece. no kidding.

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