Time

I have walked this wondrous universe for a myriad life-ages, since the very dawn of time when I conceived it in the cleft of my imagination. What a silly thing time was; to think of things in a manner beyond the infinite and limitless was to put a new spin on everything. At first I admit, the unbound seemed more delicate, more elagant and ultimately extravagent. But to be honest, in the end it was the idea of an end that interested me most. I saw in life a new thing blossom, like the most fragrant of flowers I could ever hope to manifest, it erupted into something living and new. It gave meaning and purpose to those things I sought to design; meaning beyond the contrivences of worth or merit or even structure and designation. Time gave life a heartbeat; something to pace the very things that dwelled within it by.
To a system so grandios as the universe it gave structure and dimension. In concert with space, one could measure change and with time, one could see everything there was to see. The stars were given pulse, the planets their orbits, light it's radiance, even the very things that are considered beyond time are bound up within it as memories.
But the greatest achievement I can claim with time is when it is applied to Man. For with time, man could do limitless wonders. A man might sit down at the table to eat and commune with his wife and children. With time, a mother could find the means to work three jobs to support her four children alone. And with time, a man could find the meaning of life and a better way to set about accomplishing it as he waited in prison for the end.
Time had a very interesting effect on Man, for in them time was not limitless like the tides; no it ebbed and flowed over the course of a life until one day after so much had been shared and time had seemed to etch the memories of what seemed an eternity onto the soul of a man, time came once more to share with him the burden so many face. The end. A man sitting on his death bed would find the time for so many things he once thought were so obscure and out of reach. He might find the time to read a favorite book, or visit with family he longed to see but never could, he might even find the time to achieve one final goal before setting off on his next journey. With time, man seemed to be given renewed strength and hope in the inevitable. Like a commodity Man drank up time until it seemed to him that there was no time left and the end might come all to soon. In this moment, time gave Man the greatest miracle of all. With time, man could learn to love, to share, to be humble, and man could even learn to pray.