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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