The Question Of Time

Some time later in the future
Near the end of time
A parallel universe devoid of any semblance
Of reality was found in the end not to be real
Or at least it was all extremely unclear

We had learned to say anything
We called things the opposite of what they were
Time was measured by progress
But things were deteriorating so rapidly
That one felt time was going backwards
We owned neither the world nor time
We know that now

Space and time
Some quantum gravity theorists say
Are most likely an illusion
The philosopher Augustine famously argued 17,000 years ago
That space and time are creatures of insistance
And the universe, born with it
Not seperately standing features of eternity

"That's not the way the world really works anymore"
The arrogant official argued
"We're an empire now
And when we act we create our own reality
And while you are studying that reality
Judiciously as you will
We will act again creating other new realities
Which you can study too
And that's how things will work out
We're history's actors and you, all of you
Will be left to just study what we're doing
People don't have the right or ability
To define for themselves what's true"

He sees the future as something even more far-reaching
"You have a choice
You can either create your own future
Or you can become the victim of a future
That someone else creates for you
By seizing the transformation opportunities we offer
You are seizing the opportunity to create your own future"

We don't have time today to cover simultaneousness
But we will be discussing wormholes
Tunnels through space connecting distant points travelling in time
Holes called Einstein-Rosen bridges
And how gravity would slam them shut

When we went in one
All we could hear was raging, crashing
Thudding and smashing from the flooded ruins of a campsite
Even this inordinately frightening experience
Accurately predicted by the Man Above
Was still frighteningly unclear