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I've Returned from 2012Yes, this is yours truly sporting the latest from 2013! I've traveled to the future recently, a few days after the epic Apocalypse had taken place to be precise. (the only safe point in time...)
For starters, you guys were way off.
It's not the Mayan Calender Doomsday everyone is expecting. The whole Y2K Bug came back, he realized that he couldn't ruin us as he had originally planned. So he spent the next many years plotting.
Now, while everyone is distracted with this new Mayan 2012 Apocalypse, the Y2K Bug utilized that time period to put his real plan into action.
He has mastered the traversing of time, and has since replicated himself in various critical points throughout history.
The bottom line is, a few days before the Mayan Doomsday 21st December 2012, the Y2K Bug (from here on out will be referred to properly as Lord Y2K) managed to pull various horrifying events, such as the Holocaust, The Bombing of Hiroshima/Nagasaki, The Inquisitions, 9/11, and Oprah Winfrey's Birth, along
On Time, Reality and the MindFelt inclined to share some of my past ideas and debates on reality in general I've recently reiterated and compiled.
Though it should be stated I don't believe any of these ideas presented as necessary truth, I did at one point.
Coming from a non-religious dominated perspective, concepts of the beginning of reality don't necessarily demand a linear foundation.
*Time itself, if even believed in, can theoretically be granted an endless array of dimensions. Applying that which define our first three dimensions, to the fourth current understanding of time: Linear time could be looked upon as 1 dimensional. The belief in the possibility of time that breaks off into other paths, not one fixed, but endlessly multiple seemingly linear (or perhaps eventually non-linear, or contrary) foundations which stem from a number of factors involving possibility could be looked upon as an added second dimension.
The third dimension added to this construct of time, could be looked upon as realities that a
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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