Time for Stories for Dummies

Time. Has been a friend to me. Has been a cruel mistress in stiletto heels who laughs at my projections. Has been a jester with feathers in his whiskers, smiling as he points a finger at the adjacent. Time is the figure on the ground we are not build to comprehend. Without time we could not tell stories, much less live them. Time created words. Why created difference. Time is both a ruler and a tunnel, follow it to the end. To the end of all choices.

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