With the acceptance of time as “real”, concepts such as the past, and even the future can exist.
What I like about that is that we can’t predict the future. Life is so good, peoples. The good and and the bad, it’s all one amorphous fantastic device of yum.
That said, my brother got into a car accident. He called me to tell me. That’s so beautiful, it made me feel like a big loving brother. It complicates the future, but it’s part of this wonderful life.
I’m high on being happy, I feel so hippieish. I dislike hippies.