Third

It's strange to consider that we're always moving. Our planet is rotating within a ring, spiraling around a giant star, within a moving solar system, within a spinning galaxy, within an eternally expanding universe. We never really stop. This doesn't only apply to physics, it does the same for panging emotions and raging lies+. It's a rarity when free time is had to stop. In honesty, you never have time, I never have time. Getting into even attempting to fathom any aspect of time is too lengthy, and would sound idiotic at best coming from my mouth, but I've come to gather that time does in fact stop. At certain intervals, when the world has come to some stage of peace, or some extreme stage of terror and horror, time pauses. Everything remains at a stand still. The eroding blankets of ash and snow, the trembling waves of shattered wind, the broken speeches of lovers in demand and children crying in loneliness. It's universally felt, and typically thrown over the shoulder. It exists, as quite possibly none of us do. Perhaps if Hume is correct, none of us are real anyway, and life is but a figment. No reasons to frown or keep idle remain.