Listen.
You and I live on Earth. It's a planet with gravitational force. It pulls things down so they can hug its fiery core. I get it. Obviously that means that things will fall. Okay. Fantastic.
But. But.
Just look at my bedroom floor. I clean it as much as I can, but every single hour, something new falls and scatters all over it. I don't know from where.
Ants? Yes, I sprayed them dead, but I swept them away (last WEEK, by the way!). But see, see, they're all un-swept (but how??), all scattered on the floor.
Mosquitoes? Yes, I sprayed THEM dead as well, but just five were there (2 WEEKS ago, I swear!), where'd they come from? Where'd they come from? 20 bodies, on the floor where'd they come from? Did I actually sweep them away? I’ve kept my eye on the floor for the past 37 hours, and I’ve swept every 30 minutes (never looked away). The ticking of the clock was all that kept me company before you came. And it’s been constant and consistent. It’s been there for me.
I remember that I swept, but (but?!), did I?? What if I felt the time pass wrongly? What if time passed wrongly on purpose to spite me? But it wouldn’t, it’s time. It loves me.
Look!
Look, even now. Just now. It showed up just now. Dust-type stuff, glowing. I don’t know what that is. I don’t know where it could’ve come from. Maybe the problem is that I’m still blinking. I should stop blinking? I’ll stop blinking!
Will you stay here? Not for long? Of course, of course, it’s going to take a lot of time. And that’s fine for me, but of course you’d want to… oh, I totally understand, it’s okay. No, I’m not going to just ‘let it go’, I’m not going to look you in the eye while we talk (are you uncomfortable), I’m too busy looking at the floor. Patience is a virtue (you go learn it too). I think it’ll take 35 hours? 35 hours, yes, it’ll make sense then. Time reveals all! Time reveals all.
I won’t blink even once.