I was once told that time is not linear but rather infinitely shaped and ever-going. I often wonder if time is an illusion, what’s it like to exist outside of that? Or are we all existing inside of walls of time?
I was once told that time is not linear but rather infinitely shaped and ever-going. I often wonder if time is an illusion, what’s it like to exist outside of that? Or are we all existing inside of walls of time?