Sequential, reactive, perceptive, and nonrepresentational.
The concept we define as the fourth dimension of time and space it is neither far or near, real or abstract, specific or vague.
Time is not a physical substance in general, it is not distinct from mind and spirit, it does not occupy space or possesses mass, it is an entity distinct from energy.
Void of solidity, time in itself quite literally employs, utilizes, and monopolizes characteristically as a substantive reality.
For the realism, and existence of time is obsessively measured and deliberated from a human perspective of judgment, to certify, document, explain, authenticate, or exploit.
Human eagerness, inclination, and lust, desiring allotment, continuance, and the notion of interval.
Can time be discontinued, concluded, and suspended? If chronology is nonobjective, idiosyncratic, and unparalleled, in conjunction with the deliberate possibility of extortion, exploitation and misrepresentation, then how can we anticipate the fourth dimension to be genuine, truthful, and real. Is actuality in reality an event that never occurred. Does time and the events that both foreshadow, and post-date an accordance either really exist, or hold any validity?
Time is distorted, and distortion and contortion effects time. For isn’t an entity that is consumed by the notion of accuracy and truthfulness, authentically dwelling in the realm of incalculable, immeasurability.
For is time a fallacious creation of human ingenuity? Can we assume that the events that occupy chronological existence it be a natural state of our existence. For within the material conscience state we succumb to the reality that all things evolve, devolve, become metamorphic terminate, or deteriorate. This ever changing process sequential or otherwise follows a natural course or process of movement, development, to an eventual demise. But is this only a perception of shallow observation?
Is time the mechanism of building a terminal of acquaintance between the mother of cynicism, and the redundancy of mediocrity.
Drifting unpredictably, lending notice only to those attentive to it’s reality. For within the cycle this autocratic enigma it’s presence is parasitic to the proprietor, and a dependent upon the host. For all that is comprehensive is nonexistent, and all that is consistent is unreliable. Everything that is counterfeit is instinctive, and all that is substantial is indefinite.
For advancement is in reality stagnation, and all inception is conclusive precedently, momentarily, and ultimately until the clocks of time relinquish.