It was an average day to everyone but him. The sun was rising and the rays of light seemed to only illuminnate those differences he saw. As he dressed and went about his quiet morning routine he thought about the events that had shaped and molded him up to this day. He recalled his childhood and growing up. A small town boy moved to the big city. A life so ordinary. Ordinary except for one small detail. This small town boy knew of big things.

He was never really sure of when he knew, even as a boy he had an inkling that this would happen. Of course growing up he was constantly baraged with the idea of it. Televisions blared it, radios,his teachers,friends,even his faith tested him by it. It was an unescapable truth. The problem was only he realize just how powerful the truth was.

He looked up at the clock and decided that he should go out and and once again take his place in the world. Usually he would be grabbing his coffee on the way out as he would hurriedly make his way to work. Not today though. Everyday before this one he had dedicated his life to his routine. To his work, his family,lovers and friends he spent a great deal of time meticulously living out his 35 years. He made sure to catalouge every memory as he knew that someday he would recall them all in a single instant and that they would prove to give him the substance to prove his very exsistance.

So outside he made his way to take in the sights before and beyond him. He watched everything with a keen observance, making sure to take in not only the sights but the smells and sounds. He noticed that all the regular cliches were present, children laughing and playing , a bee landing in a near by rose bush, dogs barking. Yet to him they were no longer just cliches of everyday life. They were life itself and everyone else was just going about things and missing them completely. Soon though, he supposed it wasn't going to really matter. No, it wouldn't matter to them much at all.

A small continuation..all I had time for today...

He went about the day like this and it seemed his concentration intensified with the passing of time. He laughed to himself as he realized the day was nearly over. The concept of time was such a silly thing really, In the begining it was calculated by the rise and fall of the sun,then the sand dials and eventually clocks. Time had been disected into segments as a way of marking the progresses of man. Well as far as man could be marked. Also since the begining of man the argument about his very exsistance has been on going. There are the scientists and there are the religious. One says it was evolution that created man,who in turn created time. The other says that time exsisted before man and both were created by God. The only other argument more popular than how man came to be is how he would come to end.

He made his way back to his home and saw that the sun was begining to dip below the horizon only to make its rise on the other side of the world. One day ends and another begins. One side sleeps and the other rises. Continual. Taking a lader from the garage he leaned it carefully up the side of the house and made his way up to the roof. It was almost dusk now and looking up at the sky he could see the slight twinkling of early stars as they were lit up by the comming darkness. He felt a slight chill, which he knew was not from the cool air that had begun to blow but comming from inside him.