I miss the Before
by Robert Reed
Well that's a preposterous thing to say.
Yes it is.
Yet that's what I feel.
Then you are afflicted with some ludicrous feelings.
And you don't understand emotions.
You don't appreciate human sensibilities.
I know humans perfectly well.
Humans don't play well with reality.
Reality is subjective.
"Subjective" is the sword of ignorance.
I miss the days and nights.
Are you really spouting this crap to me?
The ticking of a clock.
Here we go.
Were there clocks in your Before?
There is no Before there's the Always and nothing else.