One can see time as comparable to space. It surrounds everything, it affects everything, it is, in essence, everything. We may see it linearly or as a wheel, but it is most accurately described as an endless expanse, reaching out in all directions simultaneously but leaving us on steel tracks, tracks that drag us along, like a rickety cart through a haunted house.
Time may be infinite, a layer under or around space, but it
gives us just one single direction and with just the slightest push it sets us
off along the road. Sometimes we might be able to make out the endless plain
with its empty stretches reaching out all around, filled with the paths untaken.
But we quickly hide them again and carry on, out into the unknown stretches in
front of us and along the new paths that we hope one day to choose for ourselves.
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