"One Mississippi." As you read those words you ate a second of your
conscious slice of time in History. You might have thought of a time when you were
too young to afford a watch, when you had to do funny things like say, "two Mississippi,"
to keep track of how long you had been alive. But what if you lost track of time? What if
right after you said "three Missisiippi," a time mason built a wall between you and your
ability to say the word Mississippi? Without time how would you organize your thoughts?
When you recall the events of your conscious slice of time, it's almost impossible to
link the thoughts together without using time. What is the independent variable? The x-axis
is no longer linear. Intimate thrills would be linked to chocolatey desserts. High school
graduations might mingle with tear soaked pillows. Without time there is nothing to block
happiness: a clear, calm mind. Seratonin levels would peak out from behind the clouds.
The happiness and non-traditional associations between memories would breath violently new
ideas. You would scream so loud that after the time wall crumbled from the shockwaves the
rest of the real world would hear you say, "Infinity Mississippi." -JAY