I recognize Spinoza’s Thought and Extension. Einstein’s Energy and Matter. And Diogenes’ defacing currency. And of course, Plato’s forms. Amazing how philosophy is the same river we step in countless times without realizing it.

I bounce between my own concepts of reality. On the one hand, it must all be an illusion. What is time but the divide between the past, which no longer exists, and the future, which does not yet exist. It’s like the fire line of a brush fire dividing the fuel consumed from the fuel available. The fire exists in the moment of conversion. We live in the moment of now, gone as soon as it exists. Ephemeral. Illusional. How can we, how can the universe exist for only a moment, when that moment itself does not really exist?

But, on the other hand, all is relative. Time is not a moment but an eternity. Fungible. Flowing, yes, but existing forever. Time exists because it must. And what of space? Only infinity makes sense. The common question the Big Bang cannot answer: What came before? That is the wrong question. Where was it located? Is the real destroyer. A location implies what is finite. Tangible. What had begun must also end. Infinity has no beginning, it has no ending. What is infinitely big must also be infinitely small. Infinity has no meaning.

More dichotomies.

So, on which pyramid do I stand? The pinnacle or the platform?