Shanzophrenia.

'It was the best of times... It was the worse of times.'

Time being a relative theory, has its effects on the mass and energy at a certain entity.

Time itself being an entity has its effects on humans.

As we are mass and energy. And as we break down to our little explosions and sparks inside us!

Speaking latterly! 'Explosions’ break down of that little food in out tinny little cells, which carry down to our organs using it and than converting it into waste. Those 'sparks' in our master drive brain, through and forth in our nerves... Pumping and gushing our blood through and forth our heart...

And as we lay in this entity, time, in relevance gives terms such as years, months, weeks, hours!? Seasons!? Yes! Seasons! Summers? Winters? Spring? Autumn?

By every changing season, there comes a time when you ought to rot. You’re shedding, turning into new, with that your inner self being changed as well. Than there comes a time of solace, abundance to reality and we are lost in a hibernation of self-deity and improvement... I am speaking of the time where is no worst or best, but only our perturbed selves. Our transitioning pure-selves....