A continuous becoming. A perpetual move forward.
We have memories, which somehow brings us backward. What happens while thinking about the past? In which direction time flows?
And no matter where our mind dwells, we make choices, small and big. Is it possible to know, a priori, the importance of each decision?
What happens when each living being makes a decision, big or small? Does a parallel universe spawn?
Or maybe, just maybe, we live in a deterministic reality, fooling ourselves with our free will.
And maybe time is not a line but a circle.
Then, if causality holds, it is also true that an hurricane that will occur on the other side of the globe is responsible for the flying butterfly on my garden at this very moment.
And that your reading is causing my writing as well.