Time is not linear. It never has been. Time is a cycle of births and deaths on the cosmic and infinitesimal scales at the same time. Time is the son killing the father only to be killed in his turn by his own son. So why should we hold faith with a future unpromised? The future is nothing more than the past in sheep’s clothing. We are monkeys who have forgotten how to climb, lizards who forgot to lay their eggs, cells that came together to be better but simply became more. Each person is a cell in the Petri dish of earth, scooting along through the cosmic agar. We move and leave behind lines that we pretend are called time.