Trying to picture time I imagine an infinite Persian carpet with countless decorative patterns and colored threads. Everything, every single event, is present there, like a colored dot, strand, stitch, embroidery… all of them can be simultaneously observed. In a thread of events, every one takes its place related to all others. Nothing can happen without leaving a trace, without affecting all the matter that is surrounding it. I’m seeing this carpet and there are more colors that I could ever count, or name, or even embrace.
I feel internal peace. I feel that I could understand everything and everyone, every single unhappy person, each suffering and each loneliness. I could understand every cruelty and evil and selfishness. Because everything is connected, and I can see it now.