What are we beyond all the measures and restraints – time, space, gravity, magnetic north, memories?
We invented the passing of time to cover the unfathomable, the mystical, to prove that matter exists and to disguise our lack of answers.
We invented the notion of space to pin our energy down, then attempt to turn it into matter, against the clock.
You ask me what I mean to you. I say that you are a reminder of my humanity, of my transient form.