Time is irrelevant.
The essence of it cannot be measured, for it in itself is not an object, as if it would exist, but is simply an illusion. Ti's an illusion created by man in the failed attempt to put meaning to a meaningless existence.
Stupidity, on the other hand, is very much real. It can be measured and is constantly affecting our pitiful lives. Or rather, our pitiful lives are constantly affected by the stupidity of others more or less pitiful than ourselves.
Time, and the constant vexing of it, is one of humanities worse stupidities. It creates, obliterates and again re-create stress in a never ending flow of angst, relief, anger and again angst. The circle of life? Nay, the flowing chart of self attempted pity. For what could be a greater comfort to a pitiful existence than self-pity? By the use of the stupidity named time, humans constantly allow themselves their much needed self-pity in a wasted effort to give themselves relief and again put meaning to their meaningless existence.
To unravel time, is to undo stupidity. But in this set of course you will also start upon a journey to annihilate self-pity. And that, my dear friends, is the culmination of stupidity.
Stupidity is relevant.
Yup, I just wasted 1-15 minutes of your irrelevant time [I will not reveal how much of my own was sacrificed] with an "intellectual essay" (also known as word-feces). The reason? Its 2 am and I was feeling vindictive towards time.
Also worry not, I am not as cynical as I may have sounded... unless you happen to display your own personal kind of stupidity, then I will not be held accountable for any words or actions by my person unto your person.
College student, you ask? You might think so [what with all the fanciful words and wanna-be poetics] alas I am only a sad pitiful excuse for a drop out of humankind. The good kind.
Slash? Yes, please. Worthless use of letters? I would think not.
If you have bothered to learn how to use that useless waste of goo you call your brain write, then for heavens sake use that goo of yours and create something more than a half-arsed attempted at porn which turns into crack! half way through because of impatience and laziness. [No matter how many times you write it, a cock is a cock and will remain a cock no matter how much you wish it to be a magic wand (unless it is disillusioned to be one... that is a whole other subject) so please do grow up and at least give your goo a chance to show its brilliance].
That goes for all of you. So you're twelve, just found your... brain... and think that makes you a hilarious genius? I am sad to say you didn't amuse your readers (or heavens forbid aroused them) and you certainly did not amuse me. But you did amuse your older siblings when they found your pathetic excuse for literature and vowed to display it either at your A. Graduation B. Wedding or C. Funeral
Use the beautiful goo of yours and learn how to use .,!? " before you attempt to publish. Alright, hun?
Again, I just wasted irrelevant time of yours with opinions I don't even share (though they did make some point...). Why are you still reading? Am I amusing you or should I be expecting flames in my mailbox right about now? [runs outside to check it... seems intact... *explodes into tiny pieces of debris in the air*.. nope, no flaming here]
l think this a good end part. Lets part on good ends.
Stupidity undone
UndoingStupidity
