Time

I. So, we are not the experimenters — we are those involved in the experiment (I don’t want to use the word “victim” here), stretched over time and limited in space. Limited by the Matrix, the human mind of homo sapiens, and the physical parameters of our planet.

II. Time is like an abyss — black, all-consuming, transcendent. From which we all once emerged and into which we will sooner or later fall again. And this “abyss” passes thru the Matrix every second like concentric circles spreading on water after a stone is thrown into it. Or like a beam piercing a circle from one side and emerging as a fierce burst of “photons” from the other. The circle in the last example represents the System, while the beam symbolizes Time in its highest, cosmic (so-called “supernova”) form.

III. Time is a pulsation, a vibration, a rhythm. Like a pendulum or a bell. A human cannot live without vibration, just as he cannot live without resistance. The entire Universe vibrates, we breathe, and our heart beats. It’s the same vibration. Expressing it in artistic terms, Time is an abstract measure, a “universal doctor” in a black coat sprinkled with stars, measuring both the “pulse” of humanity and the eternal vibration of the Universe.

IV. Time, like a composition of immense length, conceived by the “composer-Creator,” capturing the micro-melody of the Universe in each of its moments. When it finishes “playing,” it will be possible to listen to it again and again on a giant “player,” placing a marker anywhere in the “song,” with a total duration of several dozen, or even hundreds of billions of years. Thus, by inserting a disk labeled “music of the celestial spheres” into the “cosmic recorder,” we will learn what happened at any given moment in the existence of our Universe. With nanosecond precision.

V. Therefore, when the “first day” culminates in the “last day,” closing the circle and marking the completion of the full cycle of Being, Time, it seems, must disappear.