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you find new heights, new boundaries that seem within reach, seem as though they could be torn down with such ease yet you hold them so close, fearing to let go of what holds you back. time keeps showing you what is within reach only to keep you past it with each forward second.

can time be stopped? be it through power, force or belief can time be halted?
can time cease to exist? looking through it within our minds allows us to traverse its beauty, all that it has captured, all it has taken away and the spirits that have created it. time is here but of creation, as a reason, but it shows its intangible necessity as a part of the motion of this evolution.

we cannot categorise the existence of all as a part of anything wholely but time. a universe holds many more universes and this is without end. time is all we can be said to live within as a holder and quantifier of all that space and matter symbiotically meld within.

we will keep moving toward an end, on a path that will only open up with each step. as we hold to our perception of finality, time will continue to show us that if we choose to seek then our paths will have no end.

only time can see all.. but who is time?

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