Random Thoughts — 04

What I think about while arranging cookies on a plate.

They were standing in an interlocking structure of circles. As they cooled they softened and deformed.

The only way that time travel could work is if time has substance.

If it’s like an agar block that a hollow point bullet is penetrating.

At the point of impact the universe is small, barely a grain of sand.

Then the bullet rips into the time bloc and a bolus forms at the point of entry.

Pressure builds and it explodes into the bloc.

An expanding cone, gradually fading in force.

Every moment of it’s existence recorded in the bloc.

The movie of us.

Now rotate the bloc ninety degrees.

See it flat.

A pond of TIME.

Into the pond falls,

not bullets.

But fiery drops.

Condensing out of a sky

of ENERGY.

Falling like rain, into the pond of time.

Each drop hitting the surface,

a universe born.

Each universe a shimmering ripple,

on the surface of the timepond.

The rain of creation.

I lose myself.

In the beauty,

of this strange place.

That I found in a random thought.

Then I eat cookies.

rc — 051622