Time once seemed as straight as the horizon, solid as a mountain’s shadow at dusk. But one by one, those certainties have softened— eroded by understanding, like cliffs by the tide.

Now we see: time is not a road but a forest path, branching, circling, crossing itself in fog. It is a living thing—layered like tree rings, woven like roots beneath our feet.

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May 21, 2025 Topic

Time, Space, and Quantumly Beyond Both