Summary: <p><span style="color: #ffffff; font-size: 12pt; font-family: verdana, geneva;">I had the recollection of an airplane ride, the red eye from LA to NYC. The experience of the inimitable feeling of an airport at 6am. When you’ve switched time zones and it’s really 3:30am in your world. But then again, it’s all perspective right? Flying through the air and crossing a prescribed border, and someone at one point in history decided that it was now a different time. It’s asinine. Logically then – think mathematical proof – time itself can be rendered asinine. One cannot make absolute claims about the world’s participation in a phenomenon without there being cause for scrutiny. Our minds cannot understand the complexity of what we call love, but our minds can equate time stamps as proof of meaning and connection. </span></p><br> <p><span style="color: #ffffff; font-size: 12pt; font-family: verdana, geneva;">How then, can we believe in a forever, if the system we created does not have markers for it?</span></p>
