From my pedestal a thousand years in the future,
I see the sky blurring by.
The present time has no definition. It is now,
where I stand;
and I have a billion feet that stand then and after
all at the same time.
(Time is merely a nursery rhyme -
things the sky says as we go to sleep.
Day after day, our footsteps are the same.)
Here I stand now, on my pedestal, on the silent shore of then and after,
and I discover that time is merely a single footstep
compared to the billion footsteps of us.