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[will_be_god]

The progression of time is a strange thing. Certainly I understand the process, both practically and scientifically, but from the standpoint of one who faces every day as it goes, the sensation is an odd one. Time, as they say, marches on, but time is also, as they say, relative. The latter is a scientific statement but also applicable to our perceptions. What is the solid measurement known as a minute may seem a near-eternity to someone, while it may be an instant to another.

The curious thing is that this seems dependent on mood. Yet that is illogical.

But many things are illogical in the world as it exists. That is a disgrace. But it is not the subject at hand.

Estimates of distance, of space, are not distorted in such a way, nor influenced by such things. Even the proverbial distance between lovers is taken as a metaphor rather than an honest perception. One would think that such a thing would be influenced by mood far more, yet it is not.

Time is simply a measurement.

Comments

[reservedempath]

You are worlds away, Cyrus. Always and forever, worlds away. I wonder how far I will need to reach in order to touch you.

[will-be-god.livejournal.com]

You would do well to abandon that sentimental nature of yours. You would be much better off without it.

[reservedempath]

Would you really have me any other way? Don't you prefer me like this?

[will-be-god.livejournal.com]

What is the meaning of this? You do not usually make a display of these questions.

[reservedempath]

I'm simply asking you a question. Are you really having such a difficult time answering me?

[will-be-god.livejournal.com]

Your questions have no meaning but sentimentality.

[reservedempath]

Then I have no meaning, but sentimentality. Embrace me for what I am and for what I offer you. I am what you cannot be. Envy me. Hate me. Do as you will. Still, I'll stand beside you and take your hand.

[will-be-god.livejournal.com]

I do not hate you. I do not envy you. Those things are foolish emotions.

I have no cause to envy you, besides. You have nothing I want.

[reservedempath]

You're adorable, Cyrus. You truly are.