If there were no time and you really knew this, where would panic go? What would panic be made of? Where would franticness be? What would take forever or no time at all? What could be urgent? What could be fateful or fatal? Where would disagreement lie? Without time and space, what could exist and where could it be housed except in Infinity and Eternity? Space is a poor attempt at Infinity, time is a poor attempt at Eternity yet time and space loom large in this world that is decidedly illusive.

If I ask where can time and space exist, the true answer is nowhere, for they do not exist. Time and space are like a world made of illusory toothpicks laid vertical and horizontal, yet horizontal and vertical do not exist.

Yet, what you perceive as time and space are the same nothingness only from different angles. If there were no space, no matter, then what could the matter be? What could you ever be tied up in? What could hold you back? What would not be free-flown? How could attachment exist, and how could freedom not exist? What vise could you be in? What could you find or lose? Nothing. Nothing at all.

There would be consciousness, and no borders to it.

There would be essence, and there would be Oneness. There would be no thing, yet everything would be love. You would be love, and you would be love unbound and love irresistible the way stars pop up in darkness. Darkness exists only as illusion in the world.

There could be no constraints put upon you. There would be nothing for you to remember as you understand remember, and nothing for you to forget as you understand forget. You would not feel beholden. There would be no obligation, no owing, no owning. There would be nothing to report.

Where could water be held? And through what sieves would sand slip through?

There would be no need for mercy. There would be no need of it, no illusion of need for it, for there would be no barriers. If there were the idea of prisons, there would be no bars. What contracts could be made, and what contracts broken?

Only in the world does illusion exist. Are you getting a better idea of what illusion is? Anything that is not Truth is illusion. Illusion is complex, and Truth is simple.

Nevertheless, there is nothing but Truth. Truth alone is. Love is. Joy is. Oneness is Truth. Existence is Truth. Bodies are not Truth. Bodies are not solid. They are not even mud or dust. Ah, but, yes, bodies are believed in and beloved.

The world is an amusement park, seemingly filled with rides and charlatans and magic tricks. No one can fall off roller coasters inasmuch as roller coasters do not exist. And yet much of the world believes in all kinds of things that are no more than puff pastry.

Yet, how real-seeming the world of fantasy is. It is so real-seeming that it is believed in more than Truth. Seeing is not believing, dear ones. What you see is not what is. What you don’t see is what is.

And, yet, joy to the world! Enjoy this fantasy while you seemingly reside in it. Love all the colors of the rainbow. Ride the rails. Enjoy this playground you find yourself in.

Go ahead. Enjoy. Paint pictures. Make up poems. Sing songs. Tell stories that you love. Your life on Earth is a story. It is all made up. It is all fiction. It is not true, yet, you, at your basis, are true. You are a fantastic story-teller.

You need stories, for you have an imagination. You want to use your imagination, and, so, you get entrenched in all that which is unreal.