The Invisible Webbing

Time is an illusion

An incomprehensible boundary

We cannot imagine life without it

Yet it too was created

By someone who exists

Outside of it

Like an author to a book

And we are the characters

Bound by the pages

The end is the end

We cannot go back

Nor can we jump ahead

But the seconds tick slowly by

The same as ever

The same motions

Tick

Tick

Tick

Tick

The earth spins

It revolves around the sun

The great celestial sphere

Which revolves around something else

Time and motion

Interconnected

Inseparable

One cannot exist without the other

Yet when the boundary is ripped away

There it stands

Bare and naked

Ilusiones no longer

But will we ever know?

No

We were designed for the boundary of time

Limited

To time and motion

Motion and time

Slowly

Steady

Persisting

Even time is stretched when approaching the unsearchable vortex in space

Stars collide and the universe falls to pieces

See the flaws, the vulnerabilities

Just like us