**How do you follow a wonderfully crafted speech? You do it by being yourself. By being sincere.You won't find the same feeling twice. If you are lucky, you may find an extension -- a time altered, mutated emotion displaying itself distinctly but with familiarity.**
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I am fascinated with Time. It marches on - succinctly. It cannot be bottled. It does not carry emotion. It simply displays an accurate picture of the moment and then it moves on. It does not know the next step - but it takes the step and the next and the next. It has no memories. It carries us within it. It organizes us. Gathers us. Disperses us. Moves us. Stalls us. It is entirely divorced from us yet we cling to it with utter desperation. To pause. To fast forward. To reverse. All of it is out of our control. There is no remote. We are passengers. Bystanders. Battered.
There is no short cut. There is no compromise. There are no actual do overs. Time is precise. Time is ruthless. Time continues to count out our days, our hours, our minutes. Time does not know our end but clicks by second by second, holding us within its grasp.
Time is NOT human. It does not understand our wants. Our indecision. Our mistakes. Time cannot compute our risks nor can it grasp our strategic methods. Time is a robot. A pre-programed device -- set up to operate strictly off of mathematical equations. It is law.
Time holds me to this law. Scientifically I move forward. Unrestricted. Free. Unattached. It marches me forward. I strive for this. I want to be free of my emotion, my regrets, my pre-planning.
Unfortunately Time has no memory. It is the snapshot without the back story. It can display color, shapes, letters and numbers but cannot gather them together into a strategic pattern. Time has no future. Time has no story. Time has no heart. We will continually be at odds; arguing over clicking through Time and simply being in Time. Conflicted.