Except for silence, everything else is just an imagination.
But all the miles that separate
Disappear now when I’m dreaming of your face
People always leave, remember ?
What’s bothering you?
Maybe I can help with that.
Like all other man-made things, time is nothing but an artificial concept.
Past is just the memory we have collectively shared so that we can always go back when things are extremes.
Future in the other hand is mere a stream of thought.
We can not step in to the river thinking it as an ocean. Nor we can dive in an ocean and think about how it used to be a river.
All that matters is the moment that is now. Everything else is an illusion. Whatever we have is now. That’s it.
We exist in now. Before and after are designed to deceive us. Rivers knows no origin nor the ocean. It just flows.