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The Universe in an Hourglass: A Time for Everything

Time reaches a point when a ll events have been recorded, and that is absolute ly everything. The
infinity hour glass of time will then flip over and start the process again. All possible space will
eventua lly be fille d the same as it was before as every possibility is re-explored. The record is not
erased, is erased, and then is be ing written. This is true, not true, and in the process of becoming true.
Cause and effect leave ripples of evidence in the pool of existence. When the ripples can expand no
farther, all of existence will ripple back to the point of disturbance. Like breathing in and out, a ll of
existence will take another breath. All possible space will fill as it was before as absolute ly everything
continuously inha les and exha les life back into existence.
As the present turns into the past and the future unfolds, truth is recorded in the fabric of existence.
Our lives are books. With every step we take, we fill the pages. When the last words have been written
and my book has c losed, you will find my truth in its place on a shelf in the library of time. In the end,
when all the recordings of truth become one, every individua l book will be a chapter in the largest book
of allâ€"the book of life.
There are questions and there are answers. Together they comprise understanding. Nonexistence and
my existence together created everything, when it comes to me. The substance that would become my
body was existent. Who I would become, before I was created did not exist. Before I was created, I
could not know truth.
When my mind was fashioned, it was undeve loped emotiona lly, menta lly, and physica lly. In the
early stage of my perception of existence, and nonexiste nce, I felt isolated. I shivered with cold. I
babbled like a baby. The emptiness of an unknown truth had evolved into an individua l truth.
One's truth is one's perception of reality. During life , an individua l learns from experience, and the ir
perception changes. My individua l truth at one point, expressed poetica lly, is as follows: Everyone
started out looking like variously colored snowflakes falling from space, discharged partic les from the
sun. I saw my brother and sisters floating down beside me. I saw beautifully colored souls all around as
far as my eyes could see. Some around me descended faster than others. I heard what sounded like
 
 
 
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