Time & reality...

Listening to an echo of my own heartbeat,
lying here and reminiscing on things that have passed,
yesterday, a week, a month, a year, a decade ago,
as far as I can remember...
What an infinitely small part of time I occupy,
smaller than the tiniest particle known
on an overall timescale of believed existence of things.
How do we all matter,
each and every one of us,
but a flash of being in this history.
Time...works against all of us.

But maybe, it is just one of many dimensions,
perhaps, there is a different timeline for each.
Our time applies to what we know, what we believe to know.
It does not mean that, which we do not know, cannot be "real."
Real in a wider sense of meaning,
for we tend to only accept things as real once we have some proof,
not in all cases though...
We humans are too partial.
We don't always require "indisputable" proof,
for what really is "indisputable"...is there such a thing?
It goes back to the fact of not knowing everything.
We simply only think or believe that we know some things.

I do wonder if the time comes,
or even can come, when we know it all.
Will I ever know the answers to these questions?
Know them beyond any doubt?
Not in this reality for sure.
But I do like to think of a higher reality
than the one which is known.