There exists a land of sand. Of wind-swept stone and sun-bleached bone. The sun beats down overhead, but the night will never come. Each grain of sand is a second spent, every dune an eternity gone. The collective passage of humanity's time. One day you will dump your grains among the pile, and they will tumble imperceptibly into the whole. We are all but an hourglass tipped at birth, and some of us have wider funnels and others have larger volumes. But the grains all fall nonetheless. Here stands my hourglass. Cracks in the glass, shards weeping. Out filters sand, robbed of the natural flow downwards, it gushes out in every which direction like an slashed artery. Yet when I look down at yours, I see even less in your twin bulbs. A tiny trickle flowing down from the top and not even a bump collected at the bottom. How much has been stolen from you? Time deserved, pleasant passage lost in many small fissures.I would trade you, if I could. My sand. All of mine for a fragment of yours. That our grains can mix together, here and in the land above. I'd give you sand mine, for a portion of time, that once belonged to you.
>>80061924Why is it that life is measured in a grain of sand? Stolen? What was stolen? You cannot give. It will take. All that enters never returns. Your monuments of dust? Ground into oblivion by the pull of gravity.Tell me in truth what you believe it all amounts to. Nothing. Existence and nonexistence circle and enwreath, coil in heptagonal formation.Are there white threads extending the expanse of the universe, do they reach from the beginning of all - tying its closest originative elements in tandem in eternal gravity?In death, I found you. And so shall I in life.
>>80062009Each second ascribed to us crystallizes so. It's not me who wrote this world, I just live in it. Pop open the lid, and out pours some of my life and into another's container, so more will flow between that funnel for longer. Inevitably, it all joins the same towering mountains, and each grain will filter away into an ocean of shards.Threads so small as to be said to be invisible. What binds the first proton to the last neutron. Find me again someday.
