In Eternalland

It’s now o’clock. Again and again and again.

The hands of the clock at the central square of Eternalland move from now to now.

I’m standing in front of it, in a circle that is drawn on the soil.

I see the future, present, and past as rivers made of light. All three of them flow around me simultaneously, tangled with each other. Unstoppable co-flowing and co-enlightening. Rotating like our Galaxy.

-What time is it? -It’s now o’clock.

I move the camera of my conscience above, to watch the top view. I see myself in the center of logarithmic spirals; the bright rivers. So, this is how being-the-core-of-the-Galaxy feels like. I move my attention back inside, keeping the parallel observation from above.

-What time is it? -It’s now o'clock. -Again? -Yes.

I’m sensing vibrations and I hear something like the sound of gigantic cogwheels; both of these give birth to a strange calmness inside me. Light, vibration, sound. The triptych of creation.

Now after now, I feel my shoe-less feet more stable. I stand differently; solidly, confidently. I am aware that my existence is auto-nourished, and my place in the space doesn’t need external help to be formed.

Archimedes’ voice is heard from somewhere. “Give me a place to stand, and I shall move the world”. I shall move my world.

Anthi Psomiadou — CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives

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