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The Longest Day
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theatrical_muse from Oct. 27.
Prompt 254: What was the longest day of your life?
I don't normally count my life in days. In the Continuum, we don't have a sun, or any external marker of time passing, and we don't sleep, so the only way to tell how long something has been is with our internal time senses. Which are fantastic, don't get me wrong -- unlike most of you, I can detect the passage of "time" in dimensions where time does not exist, since I carry the ability to generate time internally, with the appropriate senses to go with such an ability -- but they don't lend themselves to dividing time into "days".
There has been only one event in my life that I actually count in days, since I was mortal at the time. And yes, it was REALLY REALLY LONG. Even though, objectively, it wasn't actually a full day at all. The time that I was human, and powerless, seemed to last significantly longer than certain aeons I've lived through did. I suppose the old human adage, "Time flies when you're having fun", is true in converse as well -- time drags near-infinitely when you're more miserable than you've ever been in your existence.
So. What can I say about this experience that I didn't already discuss in detail, ad nauseam? It was horrible, it terrified me, and it took me quite some time to recover from the fear and regain my internal equilibrium. If you haven't yet read all the sordid details, I've already written about the experience itself, and about the depressing cowardice that I displayed for several years after the event. So what else is there to say?
How about this? I don't regret it.
( No, I'm quite serious. )
Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek TNG
theatrical_muse from Oct. 27. Prompt 254: What was the longest day of your life?
I don't normally count my life in days. In the Continuum, we don't have a sun, or any external marker of time passing, and we don't sleep, so the only way to tell how long something has been is with our internal time senses. Which are fantastic, don't get me wrong -- unlike most of you, I can detect the passage of "time" in dimensions where time does not exist, since I carry the ability to generate time internally, with the appropriate senses to go with such an ability -- but they don't lend themselves to dividing time into "days".
There has been only one event in my life that I actually count in days, since I was mortal at the time. And yes, it was REALLY REALLY LONG. Even though, objectively, it wasn't actually a full day at all. The time that I was human, and powerless, seemed to last significantly longer than certain aeons I've lived through did. I suppose the old human adage, "Time flies when you're having fun", is true in converse as well -- time drags near-infinitely when you're more miserable than you've ever been in your existence.
So. What can I say about this experience that I didn't already discuss in detail, ad nauseam? It was horrible, it terrified me, and it took me quite some time to recover from the fear and regain my internal equilibrium. If you haven't yet read all the sordid details, I've already written about the experience itself, and about the depressing cowardice that I displayed for several years after the event. So what else is there to say?
How about this? I don't regret it.
( No, I'm quite serious. )
Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek TNG