The point

What if all of life is now?

Now, I am who I am aware that I am, but I am still that baby who played with her toes and that old woman who sits starring out the window remembering the day, long ago, when her two little boys walked off to school holding hands and wearing winter coats for the first time that year.

I am the woman who belonged to a dream group for years because her dreams are so clear. The woman who has 3D nightmares and leaps from her bed to escape from a nightmare fire.

I think that reality is only now no matter what is happening now, or where I am.

I measure life in hours and days and minutes and seconds when really it might be measured in memories and moments, sounds and scents.

What if ghosts are really there? Not as ephemeral beings, but blurry reality? What if tragedy and disaster could be bypassed by memories and a future when things are not yet bad, or already passed?

What if life is only a point on the graph and within that point is everything that ever was, or ever will be?

Whose perspective would be right then?

What if people, or places, or events seem familiar because we have already crossed paths somewhere in time at a point that is finite and infinite all at the same time?

On a graph of infinity all things pass through each point at least once. And it is always now on the point.