According to something I never acquired, there wasn’t anything being manipulated; the light did not reflect, the color was not received. Implied was a peculiar stone, the length of time; what grew in a spherical way, but more, spheres within spheres. This growing stone was the crystal being we call time. We had, it seemed, become confused. It was only Chronos to begin with. Without time, the stone cannot be inhabited, nor surveyed. According to something I never acquired, there were neither things nor ways, at all.