In
Long-Suffering, and in Virtue, time flows in illusions and parables.
an
inevitable equation
a
writing of Value and Recognition…
the
crow flies, at only the speed of heartbeats.
The
first iteration of our chronograph. Simple enough to understand as humans, I
suppose, if only we're too simple to understand it.
To
some this is complication, or to those expecting to be given cadence, a malady.
Complexity.
To
me it was a merge between universal constants. A simple dynamic, a theorem or
perhaps a law. Avoidance seeks its own cure:
The
inevitable mutual exclusivity of cognizance and omniscience, a realization when
any one 𝓧/𝓨 is given in 𝓩. As equal, the last
sound of the first division bell:
♾
Forever,
and this night, in no single time at all.
Of
course I'll wait for the day. Zeno was just being pretty dramatic anyhow.
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