Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Timing Cry


Time was not linear. Far, far from it. Time wrapped in on itself, converged and entwined and embraced events and feelings and moments, then danced away into separate gleaming, shining, precious strands that stood alone and resonant before merging again into the vast stream.

The Preserver rested and dreamed, and time wove itself in and around and through him. Memories fluttered through his mind like gossamer-winged insects: a word that shattered centuries, a thought that changed the course of a civilization. Individuals whose insights and aspirations and even greed and fear turned seemingly inalterable tides of destiny into something new and fresh and hitherto inconceivable. Moments where everything teetered precariously on a crumbling brink, where something as intangible as an idea would send everything hurtling into oblivion or pull it back to safe, solid ground.

Each thought, word, deed, life was a mere drop in the vast ocean of time, constantly merging and separating to merge again. The concept would challenge some minds, the Preserver knew; but his mind had been destined to hold such contradictions as things being separate and having no separate identity. Grasping such elusive concepts was what he was born for.

Over all these thoughts of words and lives and ideas floated a terrible urgency and fear. Time was not linear; time was shifting and changing. But there were patterns that floated to the surface, their interwoven strands so clear and strong that even the dimmest minds could grasp them. Inevitability? Perhaps. Perhaps not. Again and again the pattern appeared in the swirling waters of time and destiny and luck, submerging and manifesting with a cold precision that made even the Preserver quail.

All the knowledge he held was precious; every memory, every sound, scent, sensation, voice, word, thought. All were vital to his being.

But this knowledge, of the pattern that had happened so often before and was about to happen again–ah, this was what made the Preserver more than important to his time.

It was what made him indispensable.

He opened to what was out there, every second that ticked by in its nonlinear, unique majesty challenging him to close in on himself, to not expose himself to the pain of the debris caught in the swollen river.

He could not allow himself such luxuries.

Not when the horrific knowledge of what had come before, and what was certain to come again, polluted the waters of time in his psyche.

He summoned all his energy, and sent forth the cry.

9 comments:

Kelly said...

By far the deepest entry I've read yet but not lost to me in a strange way. And your last sentence totally caught me offguard.

~Larvabelle~ said...

this is just so poetic and profound in many so ways. you are very very good writer and very very smart person :)

~Larvabelle~ said...

this is just so poetic and profound in many so ways. you are very very good writer and very very smart person :)

BeDLamSort said...

so this is what you do when you're not in office or not working late at home? haha! well, very original piece there, abstract. about time and work? not getting what you want from your efforts? don't "cry" along because time don't wait for nobody, you've got many friends around you. you know who we are :)

yCK said...

Was wondering when will your nxt update be...so overdued :) so busy with your training till your Secret Plateau has truly become silent.....

This entry is good cos although i may not know what it is about, but the feeling you're trying to convey totally caught on to me. It is very beautifully written and how you describe your fears and hopes out into words is just amazing. Hang in there buddy, write more again and you'll feel better I know :)

Lian said...

"Not when the horrific knowledge of what had come before, and what was certain to come again, polluted the waters of time in his psyche."

polluted the waters of time?

to not expose himself to the pain of the debris caught in the swollen river?

how do you come up with all these sentences man, i don't know haha! here's my word of advice for ya, if it is about work, pick yourself up and be open to all possibilities, you don't know where the roads will lead to just yet. If it is about relationship, have faith and do not look for Love but let it find you, let it happen on you. If it concerns friendship, let it rest for awhile and then come back again, perhaps it is just the timing.

And if it is just plainly about life, you are the Master and Commander, you own it. not linear like you said meaning nothing is definite and it can be bent. So bend it to your will ;)

Amoeba said...

Had to come see your blog after it was mentioned last night :) I hope you will overcome this 'pattern' of yours. Summon all your energies to win through and be victorious, HAHA! Make more $$$ along the way and share some with me :P

Alice said...

Hey how are you? Was going through some of your recent posts and titles that caught my eyes, it is my first time grazing these pages anyway. Very, very unique perspectives on various issues and you definitely have a broad interest in writing. Are you sure you are Intution again? Haha! Keep up your posts and keep it coming, looking forward to the next read :) Stay in touch.

Amy said...

the way you translate your feelings into that of the Preserver is truly good. your idea of the Preserver is one that i think everyone can relate to easily - i think of myself as one too, preserving my well-being through trying times and preservering through tough times. keep up your good writings and do post more often! u hav to know by now your entries are generally inspiring to most ppl :)