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TIME!
For time does not return, nor repeat itself: it runs forward; it is always unique; it ever creates the new. There is within it a drive toward an end, unknown, never to be reached in time itself, always intended and ever fleeing. time runs toward the future eternal. This is the greatest of all the mysteries of time. It is the mystery of which the prophets, Christ, and the Apostles have spoken. The eternal is the solution of the riddle of time. Time does not drive toward an endless self-repetition, nor to an empty return to its beginning. Time is not meaningless. It has a hidden meaning salvation. It has a hidden goal the Kingdom of God. It brings about a hidden reality the new creation. The infinite significance of every moment of time is this: in it we decide, and are decided about, with respect to our eternal future.
~ Paul Tillich
The KLF - 3 A. M. Eternal [Extended NF Rework Edition]
Deserted Metro 2:00 AM
He thought about oil spills and how there seemed to be more forest fires every single year. He thought about tornadoes and dust storms and kids with asthma gasping into plastic inhalers, unable to run a hundred metres without wheezing. He thought about solvents and glue sniffers, dead eyed, lips burnt and blistered, huffing at paper bags. It was actually quite funny, in a dark sort of way. The modern answer to all of life’s problems was to take a deep breath but no-one ever stopped to wonder what they were breathing in.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Ch 13/?, 88,095 words, Explicit
“So you're a psychologist?” Gale asked, smacking his dry lips and squinting at the sky. “I am.” “And that means you know about why people do things?” “Sometimes.” “Why do people love each other?” Gale asked quietly. Uli was momentarily stunned by his directness, a side-effect of the drugs, no-doubt. “What’s the point?” “That is a question with many different answers,” Uli replied, his arms wrapped around his bony knees. “So what are they?” “I suppose the simplest answer is that love is evolutionary.” “You mean that if people don’t fuck and then love the babies they make, then there’s no more humans. Evolutionary like that?” Gale spat. “More or less,” Uli responded, “though that’s a very cynical way to put it.”
https://archiveofourown.org/works/58525831/chapters/158811442
Ch 11/?, 73,305 words