Today my hand looks older than usual.
We're aware of the dimensions that exist, we know space and time are relative. We know every instant has, does and will exist. Us being alive or dead is no different dimensionally than us being at the movies or being in the shower, yet we never include this knowledge in our language. It's as though we're aware of the next great step in our genetic evolution, but we're incapable of actually experiencing it. It seems such a difficult idea to grasp, unprecedented. If a chimpanzee was aware of how to create weapons and how to use them, how could he not be capable of making and using them?
The only answer I've found to all this questions plaguing me recently is to be satisfied without one. That is such a monumentally difficult task when this question presents itself in every situation you're faced with in life. Even this act of typing: I'm not really choosing to do this, this is just the way things have always been. I can't not type this, and even if I theoretically didn't, that would of been the way it always was. I'm a character in a novel, open it anytime you like and it will always be the same story.
This can only end how it always ended.
