“People like us, who believe in physics, know that the distinction between past, present, and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.”
Albert Einstein
Time piece on my wrist,
Time piece on my wall,
Time is everywhere,
Yet there’s no time at all,
Presentism is where we are,
Stuck in our current state,
In Possibilism, past and present exist,
But not yet our future fate,
That’s called the growing block,
In a thin slice of space-time,
Then there’s Eternalism, a theory,
Which shifts our paradigm,
Where each are equally real,
Happening simultaneously,
Rewriting our history,
With synchronicity,
Boxed into quantum thought,
If time is four-dimensional,
In the block universe,
Right now, stands a Neanderthal,
Watching as his deer,
Crackles in the fire,
Whilst next to him in space,
You watch as the flames lick higher,
Around your own barbecue,
Relax, there’s no time to waste,
Enjoy a new meaning,
To timeless taste.
Painting by Salvador Dalí
Original poem by © Darius the Mate
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