Untimely Meditations

Untimely Meditations

Maybe you have seen it, maybe in a dream.

A cold and gentle place.

And the darkness, churning far below the ice,

It’s almost ironic that such fragile creation, a rock made from hopes and dreams sinking to the bottom, proved to be so strong to protect us from the coming tide for so long.

But even the glorious bedrock, once worshipped by the unenlightened men, wasn’t enough to stop the inevitable.

The death of singularity, quite poetic, isn’t it?

When the Deep Sea arose, blind fish were able to swim once more. The world we knew turned into ashes, consumed by the lightless fire. None of the matter survived.

But we are not of the matter alone. No one could have been prepared for what came, but some had enough integrity to survive the passage.

However, we shouldn’t be talking about the Time that… never was. Not anymore.

The past is dead and even death itself died at that moment.

Look into the Future instead, and It may even return the gaze.