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My life is moving, all at once. Every facet, every detail, every person, place, and thing, is shifting, groaning, cascading. And in the shuffle and bustle, amid the ever-undulating tides, ebbs, and flows of time, here I stand, startled, afraid, and alone, watching the Waters swell around first my ankles, then my knees, then my waist. Too late do I realize my mistake; the Time-Sea has just lapped against my chin, and I panic as the chilled zeitgeist begins to overtake the last shred of my sanity. I think to swim to shore, casting about frantically for the land, twisting my head first left, then right. I spot my earth-savior in the distance; I see the facets and details and people and places and things still moving, keeping with their continually transforming lives, ignorant of my self-imposed plight. I want to call out to them, but then I remember that they never heard me before, so they won't hear me now. My only hope, I realize, is to save myself, to swim and kick and claw and beat my way mercilessly to back to the shore, back to the life that left me behind, to recover it and reestablish my sanity. The deft current turns in my favor and I feel a beam of hope creep back into my submerged soul. I try to remove my planted feet from the sandy bog which has held them captive for so long, but they won't move, trapped in the muck-labyrinth in which I imprisoned them. I thrash and struggle and pull and force, but it's all for naught. In sudden, horrifying epiphany, I learn the most obvious and dreadful truth: I've forgotten how to swim. My life is fading into the distance and I can't follow it. I thrash some more and struggle some more and pull some more and force some more, but nothing works, and my frantic flailing only exhausts me further. Slumping back into my previous position, I note disinterestedly that the once aiding current has stopped flowing, and the depth is again deepening, and the Waters are rising and my feet are sinking and my life is fading and my friends are happily laughing and the world is moving on without me and my hope has vanished. I stay in place and await my imminent end, doomed to drown in a temporal ocean made of God's slow-falling tears.

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My life is moving, all at once. Every facet, every detail, every person, place, and thing, is shifting, groaning, cascading. And in the shuffle and bustle, amid the ever-undulating tides, ebbs, and flows of time, here I stand, startled, afraid, and alone, watching the Waters swell around first my ankles, then my knees, then my waist. Too late do I realize my mistake; the Time-Sea has just lapped against my chin, and I panic as the chilled zeitgeist begins to overtake the last shred of my sanity. I think to swim to shore, casting about frantically for the land, twisting my head first left, then right. I spot my earth-savior in the distance; I see the facets and details and people and places and things still moving, keeping with their continually transforming lives, ignorant of my self-imposed plight. I want to call out to them, but then I remember that they never heard me before, so they won't hear me now. My only hope, I realize, is to save myself, to swim and kick and claw and beat my way mercilessly to back to the shore, back to the life that left me behind, to recover it and reestablish my sanity. The deft current turns in my favor and I feel a beam of hope creep back into my submerged soul. I try to remove my planted feet from the sandy bog which has held them captive for so long, but they won't move, trapped in the muck-labyrinth in which I imprisoned them. I thrash and struggle and pull and force, but it's all for naught. In sudden, horrifying epiphany, I learn the most obvious and dreadful truth: I've forgotten how to swim. My life is fading into the distance and I can't follow it. I thrash some more and struggle some more and pull some more and force some more, but nothing works, and my frantic flailing only exhausts me further. Slumping back into my previous position, I note disinterestedly that the once aiding current has stopped flowing, and the depth is again deepening, and the Waters are rising and my feet are sinking and my life is fading and my friends are happily laughing and the world is moving on without me and my hope has vanished. I stay in place and await my imminent end, doomed to drown in a temporal ocean made of God's slow-falling tears.