The only sure thing is Time.
The only sure delusion is also Time.
Years since the film titanic first came out to the screen, and the titanic is still in the bottom of the sea, for sure.
It had passed through the waves both horizontally and vertically.
The waves have passed around it in both directions too. Each wave passed it once, and then moved on into another form of energy.
The ship itself had changed from one form to another oxidized form, unidirectionally, until this Time.
Corals over its body had consistently changed, never repeating itself neither in the physical shape nor in the identity of its inhabitants.
Every single ray of light which touched its surface had been different from the next one or the neighboring one.
Every word spoken on its board, in its belly, or about it thereafter, sounded a little different from its sister word, either in the meaning it represented, the tone it was wearing, the wavelength it was fueled with or the breeze it was riding.
Every concert held on its deck was different from the theme of the next one. Every card deck played was shuffled uniquely.
Every tear born, watching the film, developed differently, and died differently.
Every toothbrush used before going to bed, touched a different mouth. Every glass filtered a different ray in a different angle, hitting differently printed retinas watching the screen in the same physical space at the same so called Time.
So, which is true? Time always changes or Time is always the same?
For me, Time is a huge transparent obese god, always there and never tangible. Always the same; we just jump from its knee, to under its shoulder to just above its eyelid, never back to the same spot, and absolutely never being allowed a peaceful nap, especially not underneath his tongue, on the inside of his left thigh. Never on the side of our face. And always, away from his palms. He is extremely particular with palms and thighs. We are particular with naps.
Time is limitlessly concave from all sides. He is the only entity who can be concave at all its multimillion surfaces and yet able to accommodate everyone else and everything else.
Therefore from its inside we are unable to see anything else because all outside is demoted multimillion Times and all inside is overwhelmingly promoted to the multimillionth power.
We get busy with a single item which has been illusion-ly mutimillionth-ly exaggerated thinking it is multimillionth-ly important, until we are shuffled to the next item, which multmillionth-ly will overshadow the previous one and take over vengefully.
A prince of hearts, red and vain, is shuffled once in its lifetime to the right hand. Only once, in the correct sequence of events, with the correct cards, in the correct hands and in the correct Time.
Only once, it is right for that red prince with all its hearts and J’s.
Same applies for the other Jacks, only once.
Now I sit, cross legged, with my body leaning forward just a bit, just counting my heartbeats, just ready to jump out of the shallow dry remnant of a pond, just bellow Time’s collar bone.
It has been comfortable there knowing that Time could not see me while I was hiding there.
I only decided to get out of there, may be tomorrow, because I have just learnt that Time had decided to go blind the minute he realized no one can or want to take the Time to see him. Therefore, he decided to refuse to see anyone and anything which does not decide to see him. And went blind. Just like that. Just on basic principle. For basic logic. Just for justice.
Under the collar bone, the right one to be precise, before it joins the arm, was a comfortable place. It is going to be comfortable there always, it is the same always, does not change; only the occupants move along.
Just like that.