Time existed before man was around to try and squeeze it
onto a graph that has a beginning and an end.
It will be here long after any definitions of it cease to
exist.
An event occurs within time, but which time? The instant it occurred? The moment it is recalled? Within the boundaries where it altered what
was, or is, or could be?
My thoughts draw upon my experiences, coloring them, shading
them, weaving new thoughts in and out of them, creating the fabric of my life
in this moment.
My life, my time, only appears to be linear. I am everything I was or ever will be and if
you have eyes to see that you walk among the gods of all time.
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