Space is where you always are

Time is when you never will be.

It's easier to imagine space stretching out forever, in all directions, independent of time: than time stretching in forever, independent of space.

Time appears to have only two, past and future. With no space or infinite space time has nowhere to go it just reflects part of the space, like a mirror what happens in time does not matter it is not real in the material sense.

Things happen in space without the need for time. As space stretches in all directions infinitely. Inside and outside of you, there is room for everything to happen simultaneously.

It's the travelling in space that causes the illusion of time. So unreal is the image of time that it is hard to travel anyway but to the prescribed future of fancies and fears, some distant pleasure or pain.

I needn't hurry, for all that I am and all that I will ever be I have already been. There is little reason, or room, to rush anywhere or nowhere, as it is the feeling of this place that I yearn. The journey to feel is more pleasant than the destination, for the journey is all ways here and so is the joy of sharing.