When Time was Stolen
It may have well been a dream
because I canít think of what else it could have been--that someone would
actually pull off a heist like that--stealing Time!
I said it may have been a dream
because Iím not sure if I went to bed thinking about it or if I actually dreamt it from scratch.
It happened before, during or
after I fell asleep reading the second chapter of Heart of Darkness--it was one
of those books that I always started and never finished but felt compelled to
read it for whatever reason. That is when my mind began to drift as I read
those boring words about this ship and this sea and sailor this and seaman
that. God I think I had enough of dead men who wrote about the sea!
So here it was--the Earth--and
someone made off with Time and that is where everything began to go haywire. I
said began but it really never began come to think of it, because with Time stolen there was
no way to start anything. I watched all the goings on
from somewhere--donít know where really, but watched I did and what I noticed
was that people were speaking really funny. Their tenses were all messed up--they
spoke of stuff that had happened which was going to happen which never did, but
having already happened left little hope for it happening, and since it
couldnít happen because it did happen which I already explained how it never
did, left their very sentences so disjointed that no one spoke.
I saw people trying to sit down
but they remained standing since the only way someone could sit is after they
were standing, and with no Time to gauge which is before and after they sort of
remained suspended and sort of dumbfounded.
Businesses flopped everywhere,
especially restaurants. I watched that pretentious little cafť on 57th
Street just dissolve into nothingness, because normally before they serve you
there was a waiting period for a table, so all their customers just waited in a line
forever and never did all at once. It happened really weird like, because though they
cued up for a really long time they just the same sat down to dinner instantly and was out before they
could pay their check, and their food was overcooked and raw all at once, but the
cafť went out of business mostly because it lost its allure of not having to
wait in a line to get a table, whereby people could show how well they could dress and how important each other was.
People couldnít boast about how
much money they made in the stock market because they werenít able to leave it
long enough to collect the dividends, and left it so long that the companies
went into bankruptcy leaving their shareholders with worthless stock and so
much that everyone had all and no one had little enough to make the ones which
had enough too much that the rich became poor and the poor were in no hurry to
become rich so they didnít buy any products and if they did, they didnít pay
for them on time and the whole stock market crashed even if it never did.
Everyoneís mortgage matured
instantly but not fast enough to close, and the brokers received no fees since
the escrows froze and the banks never got paid but interest rates multiplied so
much that it disappeared and the whole real estate industry collapsed as it
With me seeing all this happen I
thought it would be a great opportunity to capitalize on some lucrative business
venture to set myself up for a comfortable retirement. However, by the time I
thought of one good idea the opportunity was lost, and it took so long for me
to execute the plan that it got stale and worthless so I couldnít make a
killing on anything and yet I had it all so much so that I had no use for
anything and I saw the whole world that man created just crumbling to dust as
it grew out of control.
I already told you that it was
weird like crazy so I donít even know if Iím explaining it right. I saw every
man, woman and child screaming in horror as they laughed themselves silly. But
jokes werenít funny because the punch line was revealed already and the whole
Comedy Club business went under. And besides, there was enough to make everyone
laugh for free from the things that made them cry.
I saw this building burn to the
ground because the fire trucks took too long to get to it but then it was too
wet to burn because they put too much water on it without even having a fire to
I watched it all and began to
laugh hysterically but I found my sadness hard to bear since I was already
laughing forever and couldnít express my sorrow efficiently.
I thought that I shouldnít worry
since I was creating this chaos with just my mere thoughts and all I had to do
was get a solid grip on my mind, but I couldnít set a firm time to stop what I
started and pursue what good intensions I never conceived to turn back that
which never began.
"These were only thoughts", I tried to
convince myself. I reasoned that just like I did create the thief of Time with my thoughts,
just so I could find the culprit and bid him to return the wretched thing back
in its rightful place.
I saw clearly the way to recover
Time and it was resolute in my mind. I felt at ease for the chaos was
nauseating and I longed for normalcy. But in one corner of my eye I noticed
that the Sun scribed a steadfast path across the sky and I noticed that the
trees swayed naturally with a passing breeze and all their branches leaned when
the breeze pushed and not before, and not too late to deceive the passage of
the Wind. Then I noticed a bird landing on a branch only after it did and not
before, and so was a squirrelís progress across a tidy lawn and even a fly
marking itís motion natural and true--their world was
still wholesome regardless of Time.
I noticed that the clouds were
still clouds in their own solemn way--everything was harmonious if I kept my
gaze on the animals and trees and clouds and breeze.
I became reluctant to restore Time
because I saw the beauty of the world without that dreadful disease.
I wanted to ask one little bird
how come it managed so well without Time. How you, my little friend, got about
your day so well as it seem, with no Time to mark every flap of your wing? How
do you know when to stop scratching your ear? How will your eggs hatch, donít
you need to measure the days?
I stopped even if I never started
because the answers came even never they did since I asked too many questions
and none before I spoke during which I did and ended in the middle of the
beginning of the end which came initially before the last so I forced myself to stare at the
clouds and only then did I find harmony.
Now I am awake and Iím staring at
my clock and I see the hands moving in normal course. I placed my hand on my chest and felt the breath entering and leaving my lungs. Even if I feel that all is normal yet
I feel a certain heaviness brought on by some sort of burdensome force which oozed from the observation of that dreaded Time.
I feel like Iím happy that itís
back and that my happiness can be measured and I even feel content that with
Time back on the job I can look forward to my next day off, and my next
paycheck, and my next satisfying meal, and ultimately my timely death.
But what my little experience has
left most markedly on my mind is that the animals may truly be immune to the
tiresome drag that Time seems to deposit on us. Presently I truly wish that to
be so--that the course of the Sun shall never be an item to be bought and
sold. Wish I now do that every man who is willing to unshackle himself from the
encumbrance of Time get to experience the delicious lightness of existence just like that
little bird flitting about the treetops.