Actually we only “see” the light. Our minds extract form/information from it.

Galaxies are energy/light radiating out, as form coaleces in. While science only recognizes mass and gravity, there is a lot of “missing mass” to explain all the contraction of form.

Our bodies have the digestive, respiratory and circulatory systems processing the energy driving us on, while the central nervous system and brain sort through the forms precipitating out, further coalescing and condensing them. The motor of desire, versus the steering of judgement.

Societies are the organic energies pushing out, as civil and cultural forms coalesce in. Youth and age, liberal and conservative.

As mobile, intentional organisms, we experience our reality as flashes of perception, that we are constantly sorting and judging, as a function of navigation, so we think of time as the point of the present, moving past to future and associate with one dimension of space, but it is change, turning future to past. Tomorrow becomes yesterday, because the earth turns.

There is no “dimension” of time, because the past is consumed by the present, in order to inform and drive it. Causality and conservation of energy.

So it is this energy/light that is the present, not some dimesnionless point between past and future. As it is constantly changing form, the process goes past to future, while the patterns generated go future to past.

The energy drives and manifests, while the patterns define and direct.

As consciousness goes past to future, while thoughts and feelings go future to past. As life is constantly moving onto future generations and shedding old ones, while individual lives rise and fall, like so many waves.

Our thoughts and feelings direct our actions. Energy might be conserved, but effects are often as much reaction as projection of causes.

Our thoughts are like cresting waves. Fully formed and complete, but passing. While feelings are like waves starting to build, or fading, lacking clear form, but possessing definite energy.

So every aspect of us, from cells to societies, are their own clocks, beating out rhythms we either harmonize, or cover our ears. Frequencies and amplitudes.

Ends are punctuation, not destination. Feedback loops all the way down.