Forever

We call it forever, but someone else might call it the blink of an eye in the life of the Universe. Universes. Our forever is puny in the face of the real forever. Not fifty years of marriage to one person (though that might sometimes feel like forever) but unimaginable eons that only a cosmologist could begin to grasp. Or do I mean a cosmetologist?

 

So deep this is. See me now casually catch my breath and wish I could continue with my investigation of what came before, what is now, and what will be. But surely only the middle of these exists: the past is gone, the future does not yet exist (indeed, may never come), leaving us with the gift of our precious, interminable present to do with as we will.

 

Let us be profligate with our present. Be present in our present, for it is all we have. It is so simple: beyond space, beyond time, we observe these moments of no-time.

 

 

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