I think we may be mistaken about time. I think maybe time just stands in place – one moment distinct from another, in our minds, but, in fact, indivisible from the next. In the moment, I have a limited perception of the past and a limited perception of the future. Maybe this creates the perception of movement in a direction, but perhaps every moment of my life just stands still imagining forward remembering back. These are just directions on a plane.

Even the idea of a moment seems contrived, but understanding requires constructs. A period of time would seem to be divisible in the same way a section of land is. Figuratively we assign measurements, acres, miles, minutes, millennia, moments, but the thing remains contiguous in actuality. Only our minds split it into pieces they can comprehend and manipulate.