To time.
Having just watched a fifty three minutes episode about the brain of Einstein, I am in a time warp. Space moves around mass, distorting acceleration. The universe is expanding. And I’m just laying around in my bathrobe watching my smart TV.
I did my Crossfit Class at six o’clock. I quickly, donkey kicked myself into a handstand.
I went and surfed. I took my time and waited for the waves to slow down.
Now I know that the universe is responding to my movement. I thought it was the other way around.
Time stands still while you surf, and then it takes an hour to drive home.
A second movie which lasted seventy four minutes was about magic and miracles. It was all done in a timely manner by a man that talked rapidly.
I heard myself repeating his words in slow motion, not simultaneously.
I could feel the hands of time and the waves of motion.
My bathrobe is aging at a separate time from myself, as viewed by my Smart TV.
They are light years apart.
And my grandmother, watched the Edge of Night, as The World Turned.
Time after time.
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