I feel untethered in time.
My past is an illusion.
Entirely constructed and interpreted.
My future is utterly unknowable.
No matter what I predict, imagine or plan the future will unfold completely on its own in whatever way it likes.
Because I don't even exist as an acausal entity.
So how could I control anything?
Nevertheless, this collection of non-acausal patterns that is perceived as my self desires to have stories about its origins and plans/predictions for its future.
And clearly, this is a worthwhile wish.
Stories, plans, and predictions are part of its natural unfolding, so how could it be anything but worthwhile?
They imprint on the unfolding of the future just as everything else does, even if they do not control or create it.
As long as stories aren't equated with truth, and plans don't turn into expectations all is well.
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