All life is time travel. 

Through happiness or sorrow. Yesterday and tomorrow.

Through space and time. Through what’s yours and mine.

We don’t move through time. Time happens in us. We’re a story of things, that seemingly differ from one another, but it’s all essentially the same thing. One big experience under different names. Things seem to change because of their appearance, but the underlying force is one and the same. 

The common thread of it all. The divine essence.