Predilections of Time

~A White, Caucasian Man with the deep voice of, "Morgan Freeman." Walked, and stopped. Atop the center stage, himself in the limelight speaking, with an ever-so, soft. And patient, manner. He opens his mouth, draws in a deep breath...~

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***Time: An impeccable piece of art mixed with confusion and, less than understandable gibberish, intertwined- played, between its fabric. The real question isn't "Why do we exist?" Or "How is it possible to have no begging, nor an end?" The real question, is, "What if?"

The question, I leave. More as, a statement- a regard, with the possibility of having no answer from the subject of the said "Question." A 'Hypothesis.' Though, Time. Isn't a problem. Against our constant calculations of Algebraic-or higher-level there of [Math]. An every growing curiosity of just, 'why,' things are possible ('What if,' they weren't?). We, a large, substantial-number of Humans. Strive to find, and un-hinge the rusty corridor, of the questions of the Universe. Because, we're curious... "What, if."

Here is an example:

Music- a pattern, a mix of different sets of coherent frequencies that play with our 'ear drums,' but follow a constant speed (a structure) of a set-BPM (Beats Per Minute), staying constant or, accelerating (speeding or, slowing in Pace and Rhythm)-of their 'function(s).' Functions being, 'Bass' and/or, 'Treble,' Clef.

You see, Time: Is neither Still, nor in Motion. But, it does exist-in one form or another... You. A conscious being, reading in between the lines-that are formed into a very specific way. Each 'line' has a curve. Many, actually (very pixelated, on an LCD screen).. And forms into a letter. Then, eventually, form a word. Then, sentence. And a Paragraph. Turning into a story, and your brain processes all this information into an understandable language that you can, hopefully, comprehend the written idea of.

Now... Onto the real answer....

Time: Questions; little known answers. In order to find the vast and, innumerable amount of secrets, that our little known Universe has. One must, first, acquire life. A Conscience. And you, already. Are halfway done with 'un-hinging' those secrets.

And, the 'Second,' most important aspect for finding those secrets.. Is something, rather hard to find. It's not a God, nor does it have any 'Physical' Form. It is an idea, many ideas. To think creatively. You must have an imagination as 'Ever Expanding,' as our constantly growing, Universe.

One question, we strive to find the answer to. Is, "What is, the 'Fourth,' Dimension?" In Math. Length, Width, Height, Depth and Breadth, is a summed estimation. As long as they are not on the same Coordinate Plane. This is known as the, "Cartesian Coordinate System." Are the 'Three,' Dimensions. But... What is the Fourth? Is it, Time? Is it Light? Is it Space?

No. Neither of these 'simple answers,' are even anatomically-correct. Think a little deeper... Use that little.. 'Imagination,' of yours. Come on. I know you can do it. Think... A little harder....

What's your, final, decision?.. Is it, your, 'Imagination?' Cause that's, a pretty damn close assumption. Because it does, in fact. Have something to do with, 'your Imagination.'

~He giggles, softly. Under the whims of his breath.~

Until next time... My friends....

~He waves, and smiles warmly to the screen.~

Goodbye.

~He coughed, twice, into his left sleeve. And walked off the stage, spotlight switching off.~***