The Lecture

Time is quite possibly one of the rudest and most despicable things on earth.

It has not feelings for others and no respect for authority. It sees no value in human life and is indifferent to death. Neither does time care for the importance of ancient and historic relics. The eiffel tower could collapse tomorrow and time would continue on its way, barely giving the wreckage a glance.

Time takes whatever it wants, whenever it wants, and however it wants. It can go about this in a sneaky and crafty way, so that we barely notice until the last minute when it is too late to retreive that which is lost, or time can rip the possession from your arms faster than a bolt of lightning. Whether it be child, spouse, novelty item, friends, collector's items, grandparents, education, or your very own life, time always has its way.

Time always breaks its promises, and keeps absolutely no secrets, no matter what it may tell you.

When time gets bored, it picks away at monuments and finds new ways to torture slowly dying people, both young and old. It will slowly crumble massive mountains while giving false hope to younger, smaller towers of rock and earth, knowing that it will eventually do the same to them.

In fact, false hope happens to be time's favorite, 'game' to play with all inhabitants of the earth. This, accompanied by time's unending level of patience, provide it with decades and centuries of, 'entertainment'.

Isn't it ironic then, to call a death untimely, or be surprised by the deterioration of well-aged artifacts? Is it not ironic to become annoyed with a late package, or to find yourself frustrated with the constant failure of your brand new alarm clock?

Is this not the very nature of the devil that is time? Why then do we continue to satisfy our worst enemy's love for sorrow, frustration, anger, and distress?

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to interrupt but it is drawing near midnight and the professor is old and needs his rest."

"I don't need rest! I will not let time get the best of me!"

"Then you will go to bed so as not to be grumpy and tired tomorrow morning...that would only satisfy time's lust for disorder."

"I see, this is very untimely of you Mrs. Philips."

"I know, I'm sorry."

The Untimely End