Struggle to Explain

One voice cries out to the consciousness.

Time is a river that flows from an unknowable to origin to a cosmic destination. Time is a a resource shared truly equally among the entire world, distributed indiscriminately by a father that abandoned us all. Father time is the deadbeat dad to rule the cosmos without protest in any way he wishes. Time moves fluidly from one soul and life to the next without warning, never stopping or listening to cries for mercy. Mother nature rules the cosmos but father time has long since abandoned us and left his children to a machine of his own creation.

Another responds in turn.

Time is a reaper without shape. Time arrives only when it means to leave, ripping all it's boons away in the breadth of a breath. The most efficient bloodsucking demon to ever roam the earth and yet people write poetry to the beauty. A shameless, senseless, careless entity comes to take what has been borrowed and cart it along to the next unwilling victim. The best loan shark to ever smell blood in the water. His loans are unavoidable, her interest is fatal, and their collection is a firework fast and bright against the abyss.

One more joins the fray.

Time is meaningless. Clock, hourglass, seconds, minutes, days, they mean nothing against the backdrop of the endless stars and ever expanding world. All of time as it is known to humanity burns out in celestial winds before its light touches the idea of meaning. Time is as menial and arbitrary as ounces or inches. Only a benchmark for communication but when removed from its scope and forced to contend with extraterrestrial importance cannot breathe to speak or even think it holds value. Measurements are necessary for the specks that worship them but time is no god.

A choir worth of voices argue in tandem.

Time is a deity. She is a goddess who dishes out punishments and rewards as she sees fit. Time is a woman and a mistress cruel at times but when worshipped properly and cherished above all else she delivers what is asked of her. Each second is a gift and must not be wasted. Do not take what has been issued to you by such a being go unused or wasted. She begs and pleads with us but we don't understand her ways for she is far beyond our forms and our lives. Don't worry about time herself, use what she has given you before it is too late.

One voice speaks to himself in the chaos. His voice cannot reach any further.

Time is a friend. An awful friend. The kind who only calls when he needs a couch moved and never cares to check in. When time comes up on the caller ID he's best left ignored because reminders he exists only come along as harbingers or passengers of tragedy. Time is passive and careless. At the best of times he remembers things you've long forgot. At the worst of times though, time is cruel. Time rips away everything he never earned. Time pulls away the best people and the best things you've ever had and laughs that he can enjoy them far better than you ever did. Time steals your girlfriend then tells you she never liked you anyway. Time is a heartless bastard.

And through it all, time is silent.