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instructions for cultivating omnitemporal listening

if time is nonlinear, why is hindsight so much clearer than foresight?

so many mistakes. what was the connection? so many missed chances to do the right thing. so many alternate universes, forking off every which way from a gnarled path. but no. this universe. this one. this diseased one. this endangered one. this warring one. this heartbroken universe generated by the failure to follow directions.

what was the direction?

what is the fatal flaw?

what is the connection? between all the choices that created this universe. flawed universe. unstable universe. so many wrong choices must have something in common. 

///you didn’t listen///
.
.
.
what? 

///you didn’t listen, pass it back/// 

what??

///it’s not a habit. it’s not a perversion and it’s not an achilles heel. you just didn’t listen/// 

what??? 

///ok yeah, thats what i said. tl;dr the universe is talking to you and everyone else, like, all the time. you didn’t single-handedly fuck up all and time of space because sometimes you are selfish (which you are). it’s just that a lot of times people (and you, you are people) forget that the universe is talking to you constantly. you, in particular, forget because you lead with your mind but the universe talks to you in your gut. it sounds annoying, i know, but really its a kindness because otherwise you would never look down. and now you’re all WOE IS ME for not knowing the right answer but the truth is you were never supposed to. you were just supposed to listen to the universe. now pass it back/// 

wait… what? 

///yeah, i’m you in the future. we’ve just got these tiny signals we can only make it back so far. get a pen i’ll tell you how/// 

time is nonlinear. sight looks neither forward nor backward. sight observes the present and we decide in which direction to make sense.

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Day 2 #pandowrimo @adriennemareebrown Many of us are realizing we had premonitions of this moment. Now you are given the opportunity to travel back in time (maybe to that premonition moment) and make one change that prevents the crisis of COVID-19 in your city. Tell the story of your intervention.

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