What is there about the early morning hours before dawn when the earth is still and people sleep; a time when the past haunts you like a badly told story; and you wish you could change the channel because you don’t like what you see; you roll over, close your eyes and try to drift off; but the veil between parallel universes is thin and views of past, present and future keep merging with your mind and keeping you awake?
This is a time of centricity: the ego is aside and you see your real self; a time when there is only you; and you are not good company: I could have done; I should have done; who am I, where am I and what is left - are the questions that haunt you in the pre-dawn before the light erases your memory and you move automatically through the feckless day.
Physicists accept the Chaos Theory: a butterfly in
flaps its wings and… - change one thread in the tapestry of life - you realize
that any one decision made differently along the history that is you and you would
be a totally different person. Brazil