Multi-Layered

Time was, as he saw it, multi-layered. Not only that different beings could exist on a different plane, but that even within each layer there was a multitude of directions that made each moment more than the surface gloss that could be picked up on a superficial glance. A string of influences from many different sub-times and alternate times.

Any other moment could step in and nudge this moment. Would it be worth going forward, and then back, to see what is missed by staying on this gloss? The foundation needed to change. Not merely building on what already was, that was a pile of wet sand.

He could already see what he wanted. Reaching like a spider in all directions in time. Pulling bits and pieces from any number of places and times, situations and players. Reorganizing the fundamentals. Making new places to move. New ways to move. New things to move. What was now seemed just the smallest wedge in the most obvious of places. Nothing that would turn the soil of the world in a meaningful way.

Words were tools, but without the cradle of shared experience, they were nearly meaningless. In the scale he wanted to operate on, it was just another blip of noise. It was painting an outline in a dark room with a pinhole. It was drawing it two dimensions vs a tesseract.