The future
is now.
Time space
encapsulated.
All one
all time
at once.
The past
alters the
future.
The future
reflects the past.
Each moment
connected
balled up.
Balled up
as one.
Turned in
on itself.
What’s decided
steers events.
Creates the bubble.
The universe.
Decisions, create.
The future,
based
on choices made.
Infinite choices
infinite
futures.
Every option
realized from
nothing to
everything.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
So true John.
Andy
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