It’s crazy how something that no longer lives has the greatest power to ****.
The greatest power to slice into the skin of the heart and watch you bleed aimlessly over something that no longer exists, at least within this dimension.
Let me find and connect with that whom is still experiencing this movie in my head.
My birth taking place right now.
My first breath of air on this earth, happening again and again, somewhere, ad infinitum.  The most beautiful word—life fractals, I never have to worry about the possibility of an ending.
Is this the world I want to exist in?  There must be a reason why none of us can find this pocket of spacetime in which it does.  Who’s to say that time even exists at all?  Simply because my skin wears and my hair greys means that time moves forward and straight?
What about circles and triangles and rainbows?