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Suppose you existed and nothing else; that is, the universe at this point is latent. The only discernible amount of "time", as you designate a concept, is that of finite measure. Its interesting to you that any of your manifestations perish as this concept grows. How could it be that anything in the universe but yourself lives in the shadow of this concept? You create heat, and heat death comes of time. You create a copy of yourself, and you watch it wither as it experiences countless eternities.

Suppose you existed and nothing else; that is, the universe at this point is latent. To any process, a discernible amount of "time", as you designate a concept, is that of finite measure. This is because "they" don't see the whole picture. You have imagined time as a circle. A process has no beginning or no end. What come up must come down. You create people, but they were already here and always will be here. A manifestation of yourself appears and you realize you are a manifestation of yourself. You realize you have no power in this universe.

Suppose you existed and nothing else; that is, the universe at this point is latent. To any process, a discernible amount of "time", as you designate a concept, is that of finite measure. But duration is not a length of string; it is paint on a nail head. For every nail head you perceive, you pick a string's length worth of universes and watch their process. You realize these universes deform into one another gradually. You stretch a rubber band across your "time" and see that universes experience time in such a strange way. Excited. You pick up an infinite length of string and stretch it all around "time". Watching forever and altering gives you the most satisfactory view of your creation.

Suppose you existed and nothing else; that is, the universe at this point is latent. You decide not to exist.