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I return to the question of future. In its trivial sense, as in will the sun rise tomorrow, future probably exists. I say probabaly because one doesn't really know. But in its more profound sense, just what is future. Looking at time linearly, as a one-way road, past, present and future do appear to have some kind of meaning. After all, didn't the Big Bang happen although I wasn't actually there. And won't the sun become a red giant, or is it a white dwarf, even though I won't be there to witness that either.

Leaving that general time aside, how about my personal time. My own little past and the future I dream about. All the time left to me to be lonely.

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