Hourglass - Blog Posts
⏳ Docm77 fanart ⌛
This was drawn two weeks ago, but I had a lot to post, so I waited for a week, which I knew I wouldn't be able to draw much
Reblogs appreciated<3
photography by afton
My Florida wife Lydia modeling for me on the beach. She does get tired of the camera, a little more so these days than in the past. I always try not to pressure her and have started taking photos of others also, but she's my favorite, so I hope she keeps allowing me to capture and share her beauty.
My Florida wife Lydia modeling for me on the beach. She does get tired of the camera, a little more so these days than in the past. I always try not to pressure her and have started taking photos of others also, but she's my favorite, so I hope she keeps allowing me to capture and share her beauty.
🌹 Love & Time ⏳
Once upon a Time, Love was a separate construct from Life, People fell in Love with each other all the time, but reserved to Feel The Entire Bank of Emotions – indulging in Emotion For The Sake of Feeling – inclusive of the full spectrum of emotions, for the remainder of their allotted time on Earth. They were always Frustrated With Shortcomings of Others & Of Themselves, Impatient With Waiting For Time Itself, and Generally Miserable With The Mundane Daily Tasking. Time was tired as Being Viewed As Evil and Bothersome and Worrisome in the Eyes of The People. Time sought out Love to reconcile this most grotesque Viewpoint of Itself and to resolve to have People Fall In Love With Life, infinitely and eternally, forevermore and For All Time. Time journeyed and ventured and searched for Love in all of its Usual Places: Acts of Care People Carried out For One Another, Remembrance of People’s Fondest Memories, and in the more mysterious and elusive places: ephemeral beauties of sight, sound, and experience – the flight of a hummingbird, the joviality of festivals and other joyous social gatherings, the smile in someone’s voice, the happiness of a newborn babe or the simple contentedness of an animal, the glimpse of a sunrise, sunset, or a night sky scattered with glittering stars, glancing a rainbow in the sky, or in a quiet moment or in a cup of coffee. Love was nowhere to be found. Time was getting short with itself. It has infinite measure of its own resource but realized that People Only Had So Much Time To Learn To Live Lovingly, Before Death Took Them. Time pondered and wondered and worried why people would waste so much time feeling so many other unworthy things, when Love Was The Greatest Gift Of All…
How Time planned to woo Love, it did not yet know. Time considered many things to use to convince Love it was worth its affection eternally and forevermore: Time vocalized, “What to do, what to say, what to be to prove myself worthy or Love?: It will be difficult, I do not provide myself immeasurably to People, as they are the Main Conduit Of Love, which is Love’s Main Reason For Being…the Acts of Affection Between Two Lovers is A Sight To Behold, And A Tale To Experience, something worthwhile, indeed.” Time pondered further, “Love is really A State Of Heart: An Art of Living To Master: A Way Of Being, Ideally. To Be Love is To Attract Love. To Be a Heart Monarch. To Be An Eternally Blooming Rose. A Sand-less Hourglass. Timeless Eternal. Infinitely Beautiful. Together. All At Once.”
Time continued its journeyship of its Attempts At Discovering Love. Treasure Troves of that Most Coveted Emotion were Traceable With Love Imprints, and the Lingering Memory Of Love, but the Source of Love Itself personified most often as a true red rose, had seemingly vanished. Scarcity of Love Sightings proved it even more difficult for Time to simply happen upon, let alone discover and capture for itself. Infinite Time in the Guise of or personification of an empty, sand-less hourglass were to be viewed from various distances and various spectators as a funnily and misplaced randomization of object scattering, wandering, meandering, adventuring through the Ways Of The World. The Iconic Broken Timepiece would be sighted upon Mountaintops, Winding Down Secret Wooded Trails, Afloat meandering down the way of a coursing river, set upon a coffee shop table, set on a merchant’s display, or other odd and unusual places as odd as an empty hourglass was in and of itself, of the elusive Source Of Love. Roses aplenty in flowers markets, celebratory or mourning ceremonies such as weddings, funerals, and other important human events. The Eternal Blooming Rose of Love could still not be found.
Time was clever in it’s entire stamina of measure of moments, forgetting constantly all but living for the moment and in the present forever remaining to cast love into time, forever. It was this consumed with its meditation, it’s wondering awe and affection, and insatiable desire to allow people to embody desire, passion, and care, Always – it forgot everything but the warmth of love. Time pondered on the mere Concept of Love, Time echoed Loving Thoughts into the World. Time focused on nothing but calling Love into itself , and eventually Love Revealed Itself. In a wondrous wildflower meadow blooming and bursting with glorious splashes of color, at the center of the entire sweeping field, a wide-blooming true red rose. Time approached love carefully as though gentling a wild animal, as if fearing it might take fright and leave once more only the powerful memory of itself behind. Empty Hourglass and Eternal Red Rose forged a bond from the beginning of that first moment of meeting, and sought to introduce each other’s individual plans for Humanity Itself and to discuss all aspects of their own embodied respective concepts with each other. Humans harnessed the concepts of Time and of Love to their need and notice, but ultimately they were still wild and sweeping, vast and conceptual untraceable at points and qualities beyond Human Grasp. They had their actions and words for the expression of this most fundamental emotion and also tools and measurements of this endless string of moments in history. But to synchronize the two, forever, to time the course of human history to love, only?: Would be difficult, perhaps impossible. Humans, people, gave much time to the other emotions in their spectrum, and animals were given to reacting and automating on their basest instinctual selves.
Time called to Love, “I have been searching for you, for awhile, now. You were impossible to find. Until I stopped and began envisioning properly. Until I meditated on the mere Concept and Thought of You…”
Love questioned: “Where were you looking?”
Time answered: “All The Usual Places –“
Love responded, “Yes, Which is Where I Am Known After. After I Have Been There. There are always more seeds of love to be sewn elsewhere. Sometimes I circle back and retrace myself and plant fresh seeds. Whenever The Memory Of Love Fades. Then, Wherever I Am Needed Most, That Is Where I Go. I can usually be found At The Heart Of Any Matter.”
Time, “I Have Plans For Me. For You. For Us. For Humanity.”
Love, “Oh - ?”
Time, “People are in Trouble. They are troublemakers whenever they feel anything but happy, joyous, enjoyable, content, whenever they feel anything mistakenly too long –“
Love, “ – And you want me, you, us, to Spare Humanity of Itself? To Feel Happy All The Time? They’re a right to their other feelings. To express themselves at will. To disagree politely – “
Time, “ – They must Fall in Love with me, Eternally or things will get worse. Do you see them? Starting wars, starving 'lessers,' dividing themselves foolishly into societal classes and with petty separations? They’re not – “
Love, “I Understand Where You’re Coming From, but I – Cannot Overpower Other Emotions. People have a right to feel other things. Putting them in a love lull will only blind them to what needs to be seen to progress, innovate, curiously and passionately drive the world forward and make it better. Contentedness leaves room for stagnancy. And if one is never acknowledging of critical or of negative things, how would people ever be half the problem solvers they have come to be?!”
Time, “But –“
Love, “Hate is multifaceted. Love is too. It depends on how you define them, really…”
Time, “What Do You Mean By That?”
Love, “Everyone has their preferences, their limits, their secret or public Favoritisms. How They Do Things. And some love soft. Some love tough. Others, a mixture of both. You never know what a person does for you behind your back, and you never know if they’re Wasting Your Time To Your Face.”
Time, “That Is Why We Need To Fall In Love.”
Love, “What?!”
Time, “Think of This, if Love & Time - we - were a couple, people would never have to be sad or angry again. They could just quite literally go with the flow of things. The Rhythm of Love…”
Love, “What is The Rhythm of Love?”
Time, “The Rhythm of Love is all about maestro-ing a synchronization of All The World’s Heartbeats. All the world’s community working to Better Themselves And Each Other in a positive manner, and for the better of everyone, for the Good Of All Things. Tune your heartstrings accordingly and you will play to love for others, always.”
Love, “It sounds astoundingly wonderful, but I am quite skeptical, you see!”
Time, “Well –“
Love, “People are too out-of-tune with each other. Always disagreeing, disputing, disparaging. However could we convince them to work together All The Time?”
Time, “We must Fall In Love –“
Love questioned Time, “And, why is it you do not provide yourself infinitely to People. Why allow Death to take Them?”
Time answered Love, “Because then the Preciousness Of You, would be Lost to Them.”
Love continued, “But when Someone Dies, their Memory of Love remains. People don’t discontinue Feelings of Love when one of Them Dies, if at all, the Feeling of Love, and therefore Loss, amplifies, strengthens, justifies and appropriates and perpetuates itself ever more…That’s in some points how we have Regret & Remorse. Remembrance. The Best Memories are of Love and With Those We Love.”
Time spoke more, “True, however, remember and acknowledge the spiritual gap between worlds, if someone turns a ghost, or spiritually trapped between worlds, well nevermind the Spookiness, besides, being able to not fully commune with Your Beloved, you’re spending time in different states of matter, energy, ether…but anyway, existence of spirits aside, Death I Dare Say builds a substantial obstacle to Further Enjoy The Company Of Your Beloved.”
Love, “And Without Fear Of Loss Of Time With Me, or Of Me, People, who –“
Time, “ - Feel the Whole Bank Inclusive of All Their Emotional Bounty – indulge in emotion for the sake of feeling – “
Love, “ - Fear, anger, loss, sadness – “
Time, “ – Contentment, joy, ecstasy – “
Love, “ - When Will They Learn – “
Time, “ - That – “
Love, “ – Love Is Time, And – “
Time, “ – Time Is Love?”
Love, “I do suppose we have come to an agreement of sorts. Rather, an understanding. We Are One In The Same.”
Time, “If it’s to be true, that Love is Time & Time, Love - well, then there’s nothing more to be done. People do have a right to their other expressions, as you eloquently melodied it. They need improvising and improving in their power as well. Harmonization of us, well there is something we could do. More, I mean.”
Love, “Such as…?”
Time, “A statue, a symbol, a sight,…of our naturally forged and intertwined bond? Splashed about everywhere throughout the world. Randomly placed, subliminal messaging at it’s finest and its utmost importance of an elemental and basest truth and Message For Anyone at Any Given Time.”
Love, “Yes! An empty, sand-less hourglass, infinitely encasing a true red, perfectly desiccated rosebud. As a gentle reminder.”
Time, “Why, I think we've done it!”
Love, “I dare say we have…”
Time & Love, “To be with love, Always. One Must Embody Love, Always. Time is Love & Love is Time.”
Love & Time, for the good of Humanity, For The Good of All Things, regularly collaborated and conspired for All Good From That Moment On, & Forevermore. Wars, poverty, greed, struggles, hunger, and other human troubles saw an end to their time amongst The People and Nothing Was Ever To Be Bad, Again.
THE END
Inktober2018 day 14: clock
Today's Inktober prompt was watch! Here's our fanart of Chromie from Warcraft. Even a time traveller sometimes need to adapt to the use of more modern tools ;P
Current booty situation, needs more work IMO.
Protector of Time
Many tales and legends spoke of father time and his tremendous clocks and hourglasses keeping time flowing as it should. But if one would dare to try and alter it they would have to face Father times protector. A highly skilled hourglass warrior that has mastered all matters of combat to protect the realm of time.
