The Theory of Theories
I have suffered under the illusion that we met at a particular time and stretched that time out in a line, so that we remain thinned in the effort. As if we were to stop and examine who we have become, our past would crash into us -propelled by its own inexorable momentum.
More likely that our life is a series of moments held together by countless threads of connectivity. Looking back, we see forward.
"The art of progress is to preserve order amid change"
Alfred North Whitehead
Above: "assuming space is a continuum", 2008 from the "Spidey-Hole Series"