We try to make sense of what happened, what caused what. The chain of interconnected events like points in time extending backwards. A slight change in initial conditions that might perhaps be in our control at some point. The rippling butterfly effect moving forward into infinity, perhaps, in both directions of the arrow of time in ways we can’t comprehend in our understanding of time. We try to imagine the future and all the possible branchings of the universe. We tend to share our time to tell a story about the past in the future. We are living in one of those stories that we’ll tell in the future. A story that our selves in higher dimensions control like puppet masters. A projected higher dimension onto this world we’re experiencing just like the shapes of the waves on the sea projects this dimension to the bottom of the water. A reduction in dimensionality, with no way to sneak into the reality in the above dimension. Living in our stories authored in the ever changing parameters of the higher dimensions. Experiencing it all in, perhaps, in all dimensions we exist, yet our brains are just capable of interpreting this dimension. Yet, we are all connected in ways that we simply can’t see in this dimension. A cosmic web of realities experienced by infinitesimal slices of time. Like individual frames in a movie, yet limited by spatial and temporal resolution of the Planck scales. Maybe it’s all a simulation, maybe it’s all what we prepare for our projected entities here while we sleep. Maybe what is emerging is our self-dictated plot that we’ve prepared to experience in this world. Onto higher and lower dimensions, repeating like a fractal in hyperspacetime continuum. But whatever we do, whoever we are, whichever dimension that we are experiencing, there is always a story to tell. A new identity to create. A new chapter to make most of. New beginnings, necessary goodbyes, welcome surprises.
There is always a story to tell. And you will identify as the protagonist.