Connects

Tacit connects link seemingly unrelated events: A hurt man out for revenge, siblings on their way to a funeral, a newly married man not in love with his blushing bride. People, who never met, affect each other in unimaginable ways. Three men at each other’s throats, snakes striking with burning venom and not a one of them would have been bloodied if without the other. They had started spinning wildly down the hellish vortex of a ripped universe and the world itself teeters on the brink.

The Immortals

What happens when time misplaces a man? When a man is late for his own death? Temporally speaking, nothing. As time is nothing without its event, nothing is alertingly important. Not events shall happen to that man, though that man may still walk the world. Time will not pluck that man from the world, shall not alter its stream to chase him down. He walks, moving as meaninglessly as a plastic bag in a rain gutter. Like a plastic bag in a rain gutter, its only meaning in a meaningless existence is to interupt time's flow. A man missing his death is a paradox, a walking, thinking, feeling paradox. How to fix such a thing? Should you?

The Rips in Time

Here, Here, the first post of Perpetual Motion. At this moment, so few know the majesty that rest before you and I.

Think of cogs turning and turning, perpelled solely by the strong of the cog that proceeded it. Each one moving forth in forever and ever. That's the thoughts behind time and the ticking of clock OR at least that's the ultimate thoughts behind my first novel, "The Perpetual Motion Machine." Time is a river, flowing straight and true, flowing forever down the great expance of nothingness. Existence flowing through the shadowy non existence older than all that is. A lonely star in the middle of the empty night.

Time must flow unbarrened. Paradoxes weigh down and damage time. Like debris in a steam, it slows and even stops the flow of time.

Time stopping is an apocalypse, a minor apocalypse, but damming all the same. It's like paper ripping on a nail, all around it is destroyed and at it's parting point it is remarkably fragile. Time might tear down that parting point until it breaks in two. The bits at the divide are ragged and wrong, try growing up on that and the rest is incomplete. To halves that will never make a whole whole again.

The only logically mending would be to start over again with a new bit of material. But logically, one might make the same mistake with a second piece and logically, the people of the two halves won't ever notice that they are halfed until they hit the fray.

But this is, of course, a theory of Perpetual Motion.

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