| The rememberance of previously known times played back, over and over, is what makes the psyche know that things were once real; yet, at best, will only be displayed far less than original resolution. Time spent on these past events, previous moments, flickers in space, is just that, time spent, or rather, time wasted. Dwell, decide, demolish, deconstruct, decompose previous realities; reform, recycle, renew, regenerate newer, fresher periods. Periodic events that flash through the continum of life are mere glimpses to what may lie ahead, what had been done in the past, and what will be accomplished, swiftly and firmly, right now. You will not know when these moment will be created, nor will you know when they are in the process of creation, yet seconds, minutes, days, months, year, millenia later, they will be displayed in an orderly or disorderly fashion, for those who once knew and to those who never will. Let these times be the most charismatic, exciting, enticing, and exhilerating moments of the existence or your self, because they only occur once every millisecond, and they are yours to have, hold, cherish, love, keep, shape, mold and destroy. They are your own. Not others. Always remember that. Always. |
