We will never find Tomorrow. It will always be one day ahead. Yesterday is gone, one day behind. There is only Now, good, or no. Whether this is an eternal truth, I can’ t say. There is a quantum theory that time curves back upon itself.
There is also a theory that reality is a projection, a kind of hologram. I understand this theory even less than I do the first theory, but I think it suggests that Life, Reality, is an illusion. The poet in me wants to suggest this reality as a dream, but whose dream is it? God’s?