Clocks

Clocks I stand. All is silent. Nothing moving. Quietness. entirely detainment?? A silent sound. There, yet with no proof. A deaf(p) man?s voice. Glass in the Water. They ar only around. Can you not hear? Can you not intuitive feeling? It is the numbers, They are moving. Unseen, but they are there. Yes, you know of what I speak. The clocks. The star that counts the Rhythms of your heart. Or the seconds between a blink of your eyes? determine the twitches of a muscle in a year. The number of inches walked in a day. They watch, quietly. Silent witnesses. Never Judging. Never advising. Only counting. But how many are they? Every aspect measured. The aspects of aspects.

Statistics so minute. Fate, chance, and luck, are Explained. Thus, Destroyed. So powerful. Yet, limited. By their own hand they are caged. For they are numbers. Aspects, of aspects? Variables. That which cannot exist. They count each other. Clocks counting clocks. Only to be counted by another greater. And in that they create an infinitive. Now do ...If you want to get a full essay, order it on our website: Orderessay

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