I prayed wondering how many centuries, how many eons must pass before the wind and rain could wear away the mountain that enclosed me.
Darkness.
Darkness for centuries.
I wondered if there was still a war being waged on the ground above me if man would still exist on earth, when I saw the sun again.
The centuries rolled by.
I put my trust in time and waited for the rock to wear down around me.
I was free again.
Thousands of centuries had passed but the earth had stayed green.
There was no winter, no wars.
Had man finally learned to control both the elements and himself?
- The Time Machine (1960)
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