Time

The mystery of my life has ceased to be. For now I can see clearly. The fog which embedded my thoughts and feelings has risen into obscurity leaving all at once a perfect vision.

Yes I know now what always eluded me: that all is simple. Time is a trajectory upon which we all must travel only to discover that it never really existed. For all is one in truth. Vague reflections disappear, the light has dawned. Necessity demands the unravelling of complexity, the illumination of a single moment in which all eternity exists.

 

(This communicator was, I believe, a French writer who lived in the early twentieth century)


© Richard Lawrence 2007