Precious are the days to which you find you have more time than was previously thought. Most of us cannot find enough and for the more somber situations beyond mere mortal control, some fall very short. No matter how long or short we are a greedy lot and want more than was allocated.
For my kind the truth is we aren't immortal. Even the ugliest of my kin are beautiful creatures in that we have youth on our side and it torments us. All humans share in that concept as I have been a cashier and know the sting of a woman who didn't get ID check for her age limited purchase. I have also been on the opposite side of that counter and still get carded for cigarettes and alcohol and I am pushing forty years old. We look young so it is assumed we will live to be old and wrinkly and then die of natural or unnatural causes as would be most cases. I am supposed to die young though, if a half century is young. Either way I squander my time aimlessly putting off what needs to be done until the last possible moment to which will just get me into the deadline or just after it. I miss the punctual nerd I was as a youth, but I couldn't be the inspired artistic jackass I am today had I held too tightly to the pocket protector and suspenders and goofy attire and knee socks!
What is time? Time is the absence of thought to me. The act of sitting on a park bench and completely blacking out until it is just you and nature no matter how many cars and roller skates go by. Time is what happens to the voices of children's laughter that have dissipated in the dream state you drift into and you're gone for but a second but you feel like you've been away an eternity. Mobiuschic was an interesting handle to have picked as no one on the internet even tried to have it. Type in any pop slang and you're guaranteed to be able to find it as someone's username. But, you will find only one "mobiuschic," all lowercase as the capitalization isn't as important as the distance it goes. The truth is we never take the opportunity to use all the time we are given and a great man existed who made his opportunities travel through time! Mobius, or August Ferdinand Möbius, Germany (November 17, 1790 – September 26, 1868; was a man of great concept and mind. You will get nowhere without his help and that's a fact as his strip, called the google, is the model of infinity as time is always expanding and never ending. I chose that name quite carefully and have eaten up many emails and used it at a multitude of forums...chances are if you come across a "mobiuschic" then it is I. Here I have gotten used to the lazy week mentality of my peers and allowed them to alter it in conversation to simply-mobe.
My time is always relevant to me as I, like all creatures, am approaching my fall and feel winter closing in on me fast and in a manner of speaking, time is running out for me. My only contentment is in the fact that my "strip" will continue to entertain the masses to the end of time, pardon the pun. Now that I have wasted yours a bit and mine as well I seem to be running out of the prescribed amount I allocated to my packing and moving, traveling to my bro's for a permanent vacation. So mobe wants you to make the best of your own infinities and be productive and loving to one another, or, if you fight do so to the fullest extent of enjoyment! ~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.
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