As mobile organisms, we experience life as a sequence of events, then narrate our journeys and build civilizations out of the collected knowledge, so we are indoctrinated to time as the point of the present, moving past to future, but the reality is that change turns future to past. Tomorrow becomes yesterday, because the earth turns.

So while we look for immortality narratively, that our individual selves will continue after we perish, it only exists spatially, that our individual bubbles of perception are simply individual lenses, through which the same light/fire/desire/awareness shines.

Death is just the reset button being pushed.

There is no dimension of time, because the past is consumed by the present, in order to inform it, aka, causality and conservation of energy.

The process goes past to future, while the patterns generated go future to past.

Consciousness goes past to future, while thoughts go future to past.

Lives go birth to death, while life moves onto the next generation, shedding the old.

Without the ups and downs, it’s a flatline.

The price we pay to feel is that much of it is pain.

There would be no blues, otherwise.