For the man who wanted to know Everything , Are we real? Is everything actual? Am I yours, and you are my, projection of some abstract higher thought?  Is the world here, there, or elsewhere? Am I blessed, or am I cursed, or are these things only subjective attempts at over- simplification?  Is there a future? Is there a past? What is the present?  I have an object. It appears to be solid, but I have heard that this state can be transcended. It's one useful object- tells time. My clock displays continually progressing characters and digits, seeming from in or on a plane of non- existence, transferred by some task of tinkering thinking and thought into an object I now hold before me. As the so- called time progresses, the digits on my clock change. Does this mean that time is progressing, or is that merely a simulation - a superficial contrite conceit*  by a fraudulent object? If I made these digits and characters progress backward so to go in a reverse regression instead of a forward progression, would I live through yesterday and the year before?  Some tool made the clock after the thought was exerted on it, so what if I made this tool work me into the past, or forward to the end of the world? If I saw backwards into the past, to witness my birth, it the world's creation? Could I manufacture my way to the beginnings of cosmos time, or to its end? Would I know everything this way?  What, indeed does the altering tool look like? My clock displays time, but can it work it?  Is it a mallet? A set of pliers? Or something more profound and manifestly supreme? Would it be larger, or smaller than a mallet and pliers? Could I touch it? Would it look like the sky? As far as I can tell from my boxed- in world, time is not an object. But still I get older and my skin sags and my fingernails grow out.  My clock means to me that I can see it, but I can't touch it. So HOW COME IT TOUCHES ME?    lol