More low grade zen
Time is like walking through a Slinky™, with each coil a year. Along the length you find oddly colored loops that are the prophets warning. The slinky has a beginning in eternity, and an ending in eternity. It walks down the celestial staircase in measured bends.
Time begins at the top landing, and each step down the case is one iteration of time repeating itself, rectilinearly stretching and compressing like a python. But one day, the traveler comes to the end of the coil, and steps out into … what?
Rusty's Armory 