Times

I heard their voices, muffled as if from a neighboring room, yet that room was all around and within me. I couldn’t make out their words, so I could not deduce their meaning or intent, only their tone. It seemed they were deliberating, making a plan, evaluating the unfolding of events. Their conversation was not an argument, nor a narrative, but rather an exchange of information or an evaluation of facts. Like two men discussing business—but their business was that of life and death, the rising and falling of nations, the beginning and ending of Times.