The clock begins to mean nothing; shards of plastic chasing themselves around a paradigm that alledges forever. There is no forever in a clock, or in the plastic arms embracing the chase; forever exists only in the eyes that possess the tick tick tick that the ears think the eyes are watching; forever is only the clock that never will ever stop; in other words - forever does not exist, until you yourself stop blinking, and keep your eyes on what makes the motion you are watching perpetual.

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