When Time Is Vertical
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I think we tend to imagine time as being linear, from point A to point B. Always moving forward to the next moment, in a horizontal movement. I usually like to think of time as being cyclical, although to be honest I’m not much on thinking too philosophically about these things. It’s too hard to comprehend. But when I am in the forest, especially among the giant, towering fir trees in the Pacific Northwest, I can’t help but think of time as vertical. How long have those very same trees stood there? Ever present. In their own time. It takes my breath away and at the same time comforts me to think how insignificant we are. We are just a blip in the grand scheme of things.