Time and Distance

I imagined a place once, where when we die we all fall through the floor, and slide into this world. It is  world with no time. As I come to conclude, time is folded on itself, zig-zag, to and fro. Time weaves, and moves like a snake through the universe. In this place people from the future, the past, and present gather. Talking of the time they lived in, the things they knew and seen. Time did not exist in this place. The time above us is only a way for people to measure the distance from birth and death. A frame of reference, we experience to build us and give us a way to relate. Something to hold and see. Until we fall off the ride, and let the train of time pass over us. Into a mist, and fog, we fall, down into this place. A small white, glowing, box, with infinite space.

This is a place where we can stop, and never worry about time and distance again.