It’s almost impossible for me to believe that “now” is all we have. I mean, I just have this weird yet solid belief that somewhere, somehow the past and future are living separately from the present. For example—and this is completely far fetched but the only way I know how to even moderately begin to explain what I’m thinking—what if for every second of time that has passed or will one day pass, there is an alternate universe (meaning that there would be a seemingly infinite amount of universes) and each of these universes had their own dimension. In my thoughts, all of these dimensions would occupy the same space, but different planes of reality. So, say the room that you’re in now was once a doctors office; well, while you’re sitting in that room, reading my post on the internet, patients are being checked out and given shots or being bled with leeches. You just can’t see each other because you’re in different planes of reality or different dimensions. I guess I came up with this idea because I’m lonely and it makes me feel like I’m always around at least a few people, whether I can see them or not. Maybe that’s what ghosts are, people living in different dimensions/universes accidentally slipping through some tear in the space time continuum and therefore revealing themselves to you temporarily.
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