The One is Always First:
Einstein’s Theory of Time
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The man who once was seen and now cannot
Be seen is one. He never will be seen
Again and yet he still is there. Unsaught
Is how he came and how he once has been
Will never be another time. No mist
Of any sort has taken him away.
No mist can bring him back. If he once kissed,
That fact is gone as well. It went astray
In beauty somewhere. Cruelty took it there.
If he had lips that smelled of mist, it might
Have been the smoke from Jesus’ throne up where
The man has gone. That could explain the blight.
..What was, is now, and . . . evermore shall be,
….That truth is stronger than God’s first decree.
~ Phillip Whidden
Mists of Time by Roberto Bertero on DeviantArt