Time after time I find myself within over lapping paradoxes, which most do.
The past
              The now
                                                     The future

What distinguishes the duration of each? How do we know tomorrow is indefinitely tomorrow.
Time is vaguely defined yet daunts our very existent.  Time comes in thousands of forms and is applied in immeasurable theories.  Philosophers and scientist believe they have it figured out. Bringing ‘enlightened’ books and articles to sedate the natural benumbed fear and anxiety time itself brings.
Time ends, we know this. But what about life after death? This question is vulnerable. Like time there is no concrete explanation, therefore many use this as a platform of interpretation. Almost as if we all are apart of an improv sitcom… waiting …who can conceptualize the most reliable, relatable, and comprehensive.  Without this stage of influence we would all share a parallel mind. There would be nothing of political parties, nothing of beliefs, and nothing of morals. Time continually constructs who we are. Without this who are we really? Does time consume us or rather support?  Should I follow what the great dalai  says? Am i becoming the eternal slave of time?

STOP

do you see what you’ve done?
Now you…
your self is *lost