Are we given time or do we create it? What is the etiology of the looming dimensional constraint—the nature of its delineations? Past and present, time to do and do not—to wait and waste. What we race each other for is the current against us, we are the common enemy of time. The more of it we have the more we try to take. Free will is as illusion does. Freely controlled by lost time, time lost on losing time. Thoughts race towards wasted time—we idle, time races. History has an undeniable rhythm, laden with repetition.
The Möbius strip is a non-orientable, one sided surface in Euclidean space with a singular boundary. One can be created by taking a narrow rectangular piece of paper, twisting it once, and then attaching it to itself at the other end. If you were to draw a line from the middle where you connected the edges of paper you would end up on the mirrored side when you got back to the starting point, and in order to get back to the other side you would have to continue back around, leaving you with a line twice as long as the band. Although we cannot alter the direction of time, the Möbius strip suggests there is more complexity to the dimensions possible within time. Does time exist as a singular, unidirectional dimension? Or could there be an instance in which a “twist” in reality could potentially create a parallel? Friedrich Nietzsche suggested that the heaviest burden would be to know that we must repeat every sadness and every joy, every sequence in this life indefinitely more. Perhaps the dimension of time follows the laws of mathematics in the sense that it is an ever repeating, self-similar pattern echoing through space. We are suspended in seemingly chaotic circumstances, until we recognize the deeply similar parallels to each existence.
“...when a person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much alive in the past...”