I met myself and said, "Stop throwing myself around time. The past and future are just fine without me. Besides, I'm getting everything confused."
Then I said, "I don't understand, what do I know, since I'm just a different version of myself." I stopped to think about this, and as I did, every version of me merged into a we, and we knew only birth and death and triumph and despair and boredom, since there was nothing to separate this from that, and there was no time to be anything other than us, since we saw only the all of us together at last.
We thought, "This must be what it's like before or after a universe creates itself. Before time stretches us out into different people, like an uncoiled rope. Now we have tied ourselves back together. We will always be we, forever and ever."
At least until the next kablooey, and we are blown across time into me and me and me.
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