Slowly the infant crawled across the floor, moving a little bit more.
Somehow, suddenly one day, he was walking on the road.
The road to 'nowhere in particular' really, because the stars in whose constellation his blue planet was nested was hurling into a future destination about which no one had a clue.
So he walked and he learned to ride the bicycle. He learned to ride the scooter and the motorcycle.
He was soon behind the steering wheel of a boltening fast car and the first time he flew was in an aircraft that touched mach 2.
Somehow, suddenly one day, he was 32.
And the space occupied by his solar system was still changing rapidly by the year...., hour, and second.
Time passes by and you pass along.
It was just as sudden that he fell in love.
It was just as sudden that he made love.
Somehow suddenly one day he too had a son, crawling on the floor, desperately trying to run.
Three more decades passed by like three hours in the sun. The clouds came by and the seasons took their turn.
The old man was 62 as he watched his son - take off to the moon. He remembered the time when he could barely run.
HE remembered the time when "he" could barely run.
Millennia passed by like the circles around Saturn. Thoughts came in and thoughts went out. Generations of men and machines came about. Lifetimes had stretched into hundreds of years while ghosts were living and smiling without tears. Wings of fire burnt in the shade of virtual realities prophesized by the sage. He had lived in these times when this was a past before a future inevitably "hidden". It was all happening off-stage.
He looked far into the horizon. There was infinite space and eternal time. What more can you expect anyway.