Why do humans cling to numbers of sequence with a fervor of some bizarre calendar relating to time.

A baby is born today, or tomorrow, or maybe it was a thousand years ago. And people celebrate. “Oh my what a fine little girl!” “What a fine little boy!”

Then just because of decay and ‘time’ the baby grows, and then fails, and then dies.

What if people started to believe time is nothing more than a tool? A way to bookmark a page. Instead of worshiping time as god. Paying homage, prayers, and even pleading to control what inside so many already know.

For me time does not exist and why? Why does time mean nothing to me? And the answer is simple… i can never die.

Gifted with memories and dreams. Knowledge and passions. Able to manipulate seconds, hours, days, and years.

Can you remember the day you were born?

Let me help you remember…

You were born today, yesterday, and tomorrow.