Is time only perceived as linear? Are there different universes, with different timelines? Does my eight-year-old self still exist somewhere, my teenaged self? Has my death already happened? Is every instant of agony or joy eternal?
I find it hard to believe in our fates being “written” in a book somewhere by a divine hand, but perhaps all time is contained in one instant of unimagineably loud brightness, a single explosion. Maybe “destiny” is the word we use to describe what is incomprehensible.
Pam Troy 