Time Friction.

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Time friction.

Time ... just didn't appear [one day], because without
time, that one day time would have appeared,
would have never been able to exist in the first place.
So how could it be possible, that in one point in time,
time didn't exist?

Only in time, is when time can finally reach itself.

Infinite time and Infinite space,
Equal, an Infinite trial of mistakes.

These two forces that have a relative motion
these two bodies that are constantly
rubbing against one another in one natural movement,
have the same basic characteristics
that we see in the reproduction process
in all living lifeforms, anywhere within the realm of known.
So it must be ..
that these are the mother and father of all existence...

In a time when the universe moved quickly -
long before we slowed it way back down,
when nothing existed except for time
and it's ongoing friction with nothing ...


came

[now]

- black static - dark matter - sub energy -
- friction - clinging - microns -
- stagnant - multiplication -
- compression - movement - rubbing - warmth -
- expansion - grinding - heat -
- gases - clinging - matter - pressure -
- burning - submerging - growing - gravity -
- weight - reaction - expansion -
- clumps - crashing - exploding -
- traveling - imploding - light - vacuums - minerals -
- atoms - scattering - becoming - individual -
- some things -

[Then]

From the sparks of millions of static shocks
multiplied, thousands of times fold
all across the surface of this globe
billions and billions of years ago
came
a natural way of harnessing energy
in a form, in a configuration of a small enclosed structure
or something that is better known as
a [living] cell.

We are the outcome of an ever adapting
dramatically changing life form, far from the beginning
yet, in the beginning
just a [cell]

To protect & live
our complex and intricate systems -
we are us now - but as to who we are - how?

In this very definition, we might as well ask
who is this that is speaking to us
within our minds when we are dreaming
translating the emotions that we hear, feel, and speak
projecting them against the movie screens
for everyone to see ?


This must be an act of memory -
accompanied by a process of reasoning
to distinguish what is desired
to feel a need for meaning
to keep our existence intact,
to find new purposes in living.

... And if this is indeed an act
then let us collect
let us surround ourselves
in substances made completely of organs -
universal organs
bending around the bed - grinding
with wind - slightly ignored
as, we touch - to each other with our lips -
for this - we shall live
passing thoughts through straws
through the walls of hard concrete blocks
somewhere in the passages
closing in on our makers
the darkness scribbles
filling in the blanks
with nothing.

Is there anything more important,
then the sensations of an orgasm - or to create
underneath the shirts of makeup
we touch for just a second - and just like that -
everything we imagine, is gone -
we constantly reminded ourselves
of this, because nothing is more important.

We are the outcome of an ever adapting
dramatically changing life form, far from the beginning
yet, in the beginning
just a [cell], struggling to un-struggle,
to live, without form.