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Life Already Happened
Therefore, so did death
“The concept of time is simply an illusion made up of human memories, everything that has ever been and ever will be is happening right now.”
— Sean Martin
What if life already happened? As if society’s accumulation of memories is not constrained by time. As if the future’s nearly indefinite happenings are not restrained by time. As if life is one big loop, playing itself over and over and fucking over again until lessons are learned and we need not be thrown inside the loop any longer.
But is that when we die?
Or is our death point the same as our birth point — time being not only an illusion but completely non-linear?
Or maybe we’ve lived and died, as if we are in a movie and are playing out scenes en media res.
I sometimes wonder how I got here, having looked back in time from just three years prior to what I deem as the now. I wonder how I’ve changed so fucking much, yet on the day-to-day level, it hardly seemed anything had changed at all. Jobs. Friends. Style. Verbiage. Lovers. Books read. Books written. So. Fucking. Much. Has. Changed. But daily? They were all seemingly insignificant at the time, but those were the days that helped mold me into the human I am right now.
