A good continuum never travels alone; it causes many concepts to join it.
Its great enemies are gaps and the abyss; all things that are the death of being.
Numbers are its best friend; they sing the signs that it is real and does exist.
By these friends and enemies continuity marks our universe out from Chaos.
Mankind is the prime continuum to which you and I are joined.
All continuity for us is temporary and reliant on the learning of our kind.
Our continuity is however small; this tiny spot in time and space is all.
We are here right now; nowhere else in space or time do we exist.
An instant of being, needing continuity to exist and mark itself from Chaos.
The greatest part of us is history, the precious continuity that is our lives.
Gratitude we owe for this that gives us history, a memory bank that lets us be.
But history is all we leave when continuity of being dies.
And we may exist yet still not be if we lose our memories.
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