Time is only a illusion, a thing of the imagination that we con our selves into to believing. To give our lives a goal and purpose, but when we finally do reach that goal our "time" takes it away. If there were no time however then the world would be wondrous. No goals or anything planned ahead. Everything would be new and exciting.
Sunlight filled his eyes as he awoke, but opening his eyes and getting up were to completely different things. Suddenly shadows crowed around him blocking the light, and whispers filled his empty ears with sound. "how long have I been here?" he maneged to croak out, but all it got as a reply was a bunch of giggles. Annoyed that his simple question had been laughed at he assumed that they had mearly misunderstood him so this time he chose to spell it out to them."I want to now the time that I have been laying here", but this only brought around a fresh round of giggles and a innocent childs question."Papa what is time?" "Hush now child, he had quite a rough bump on the head but soon he will stop speaking nonsense." Stunned by this comment he fell back asleep, hoping this was some dream.
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