In cosmology, spacetime combines space and time into a single universe. Shame, that what we see happening has already been. Ergo, in the universe, nothing is as it seems to be.
Real time is an illusion.
It has been 25 years since the launch of the Hubble Space Telescope. NASA and the EPA released an updated image of the “Pillars of Creation” and the Eagle Nebula in the Andromeda Galaxy seven thousand light years away. Meaning that if one could instantaneously place oneself on the plume of the Pillars of Creation, it would already have changed. One day, I hesitate to use that figure of speech, this nebula may form a solar system with a star and planets and other objects, much like our own.
This leaves me with the question: Are we coming or going or have we already been? I will let William Wordsworth answer.
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparell’d in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore;—
Turn wheresoe’er I may,
By night or day,
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
Shades of the prison-house begin to close
Upon the growing Boy,
But he beholds the light, and whence it flows,
He sees it in his joy;
William Wordsworth. Ode 536 from Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood.