The second was the king.

Has it ever occured to you that the hours and the minutes would have had no existense had it not been for the second. The second defines them all. Relegated to being the smallest unit in the hall of time it is considered to be the insignificant. What can be done in a second? Were the axis powers defeated in a second? Was the indian independence won in a second ? Was rome built in a second? To the last question they say that even a day was not enough. Then what can the second do. It is a puny denomination of time incapable of even defining itself in its own frame. Then why do I talk of the second. Lets revisit the second. Let us travel to the second when one british officer decided to throw a black man from a train in Pietermaritzburg. Let us relive that second the Fuhrer in all his arrogance decided to attack Russia. The second when Romulus and Remus envisioned a grand city on the palatine hill. No rome was not built in a second but the dream was. It takes a second to dream. A second to convince oneself to go where others would not dare tread. It takes a second to be inspired and if it takes more then it is not inspiration but only a mental exercise in futility. Newtons apple to Eddison's bulb were all born of the second. I do not disregard the minutes and the hours which help realise the second of inspiration. Yet it is second which gives birth and hence is the mother of all innovation...the mother of all inspiration. As a race we need these seconds...to survive...to flourish. Through time the second has been the King. To the king I bow in reverence. To the king I pray...inspire us.