[+] They cant change anything, however they try, we are not cosmological nomads, we are just lost.
Today, I feel very afraid of the future. The consequences of my present actions, the rapid changes around me, the headless charging of the people around me to face an uncertain future. I cant stop wondering what tomorrow might be like, what if I did something different yesterday. I cant stop the flow of time, I cant stand outside the dynamics of the world, I cant make the wrong repent, I cant change anything of tomorrow. My actions and my feelings are just mindless ramblings in the fluid motions of humans, time and the cosmos. I don't tend to be God but for the ability to discern the passage of time, the very direction of us, I am God as you are God. But in between all that, for the ability to predict, for the millions of unexpected outcomes, there comes us with a mortal heart feeling every bit of pain and suffering of people. Their glossy eyes embalmed with tear as they hide their deepest regrets, their love for the ones they care much, they hide the deep void in their chest pressing inside like the ripples of the black hole because they cant change anything.
From the ripples of the heart are released energies stronger that the ripples of gravity fields because we are humans, we know feelings and we cant do anything about it. Helpless and dying every second because among us, they don't listen, they wont change in our direction because everyone has a tiny bit of freedom to seek, to unshackle the morbid chain rings of destiny from imaginary arms and legs. There are they who wont want to be stuck in our time, for they have lost the motivation of me, of you. There are men forbidden from the future, because they were not born in the future. I don't see why the prejudice of the new century must break hearts, seeing silent tears from majestic beauties who gave birth to us, and still we cant do anything.
Silence around me as everyone looked at each other trying to figure an answer. No I did not kill him, God, he lives for a purpose to guide us. No I did not kill him, Einstein, he gave purpose for the purpose. No we did not kill legends because we want to be them, we killed them because we don't want them to become us. We are strange creatures of time, not habit, we are lost in time because we let loose the frozen futures, the tech-no-lo-gy and the science on the unsuspecting masses who were just opening their eyes for that sunrise at the far distant edge of the cosmos.
Silence, once again, silence and she cried. Not this time, no I cant do anything. I'm just a ageless rock. And he cried, and they cried and all I could do is crawl into my cocoon and wrap the particles around me, electrons and protons, and live the silence. I walked away, knowing they would die and nothing could be changed. It has happened, what was supposed to happen because we walked away. Destiny has smiled, I am still hiding. I am afraid of the future.