13. The Passage of Time

With each passage of the ticking of the clock of time, we as a humanity have come to a realization of sorts. Of first times ending in the night of no tomorrows. Of first times believing in the notion of an ending so precise and so everlasting that even God himself would not have believed that the notion of this time that I speak of has been a part of a society so steeped deep in time for an eternity and more.For time itself is a finicky topic, my friends. It is a topic of no tomorrow, of no hope of another beginning of sorts as we pass away in the night of tomorrow, as we clutch onto every minute, every second of our being, as we cherish every step that we take, holding our breath for the day that we shall never breathe again.The day is near that that last breath is here, but it will only allow us to awaken to a new tomorrow of truths of sorts. Of truths so great and grand that you won't know what hit you as you come to the realization that time does not exist. That time was an illusion of sorts that we have been steeped so deep in that we have come to become it; we have come to encompass it as a societal structure of sorts that has become so lost in this time that I speak of. Because at the end of the day, we will wake up to a new tomorrow of no time, of the endlessness of what is and what shall always be, a reality that has never left us in the middle of the night even as we lie awake at night on our death bed after experiencing the notion of death prior to leaving our greatly appreciated bodies that have carried us on this journey of life upon death upon rebirth upon lifetimes of reincarnations and more.