tiempo; zeit; temps; time; tempo; 시간; 時間

I've done some research and I've determined that my Most Worthwhile Skill is my ability to adroitly - disgracefully and professionally and thus - correctly -- extinguish time. Perhaps this skill is shackled and on the lam with the fact that I intrinsically understand that time is just a very, very simple continuum, a velocity: a child's game of physics, no tougher to understand than the reason why a round object will travel farther than a square object. This is what I understand: time is nothing more than a round object after it has received a good push down a mild grade, an undulating hill that has no end, just gentle peaks and valleys, these places where the round object either accelerates or decelerates: these quiet distractions to Time.

It is a base lie to imply that I can extinguish time; I cannot. No, my "Most Worthwhile Skill", my greatest ability, is a farce. It is that solitary scale on the dragon's back, it the unicorn's horn (and everything that'll bring you): it is myth. I am no firefighter and time is not on fire anyway.

Time is rolling; rolling down an undulating hill with gentle barren peaks and lush valleys; rolling, rolling - rolling - toward you.

Toward me. Toward all of us.

My Most Worthwhile Skill is my ability to unquestionably - correctly - recognize that we will all die. I will die and you will die and we all will die. This is how I extinguish time.

Genius, no?