I tried to describe how I try to process the universe, but now I found the PERFECT allegory, for those who don't understand what I'm saying.
Instead of living in the present, it feels like I'm living in a straight line with no beginning or end. I think too much about how long the infinite dark void of nothing the universe was before, and how it will continue too. Instead of seeing an end, U see that it keeps on going. I try to process how long EVERYTHING is, to a point in which it destroys me, and believe, it's HARD to stop thinking. That's where the line allegory comes from. Just...any thoughts?