Mental Clock Tower

Walking up the mountain the priest looked up toward the temple stretching high into the sky. The architecture of the temple showed a beauty that most buildings rarely ever has. The majestic scenery with the magnificent architecture just took his breath away.

For the briefest of moments the sight appeared, the thief of beauty took his breathe away. In another blink of his eyes the planets surrounded him. With none in particular in mind, a black hole present so close he could touch it. Pulsars, Red Dwarves, planets with a dark red tint of life. A light that is soft on the eyes where it always seems like dawn when the sun is the highest point in the sky.

Another blink and the image is stolen away, replaced by images of moving and swirling energy. Dark and light combines together in a harmony. Plants, animals, and the atmosphere combining and flowing in a illuminated scene of colors.

Where one has lost their path, there is another that finds their way. Those that loose sight of what is important, will surely find it once they open their eyes. When loosing a love, one just needs to open their eyes and accept the loss. For where there is loss there is also gain, it usually comes way later, irony and all.

A world in a blink of an eye, an eternity in a moment of breathing. Time is a perception of a span of thought. A thought can last a second or an eternity. The clock tower ticks for all mankind, but not the minute and seconds of each day. The clock tower is the time of experience. A giant tower of cogs and wheels where all the good times, and not so good times are stored. A blink of an eye and the time shifts to a memory to re-live through again, a moment later and another experience is being added to the tower.

Life has given me many memories, some great and some sad. But my best thought happens to be my worst thought as well. The thought that brings me the most happiness is when I was married, but it is also the worst thought as well. Some things were good in the marriage and others were not.

Winter in a life is for reflection, at least that is what I believed, but can it not be said that reflection can not really happen if you re-live the times in your clock tower. If a clock tower takes no note of time, reflection can happen and re-living the time can occur as well. So sad times like these are not so sad when you simply re-live that time in your own little world.

What happens to a person each time a heart breaks, how many heartbreaks can one take before the heart can not be repaired? Guess this is a rhetorical question, for so long as their heart can be broken it can also be mended.

Well since it has been a day since writing this, it ends here.