I believe time is a man-made invention, at least from my perspective.
Most people, I think, believe that time is linear. And it may be for them. For me, however, time is not linear.
I’ve heard of some people having no sense of direction (my massage therapist for one!). Me, however, I have no concept of time.
I can’t tell you how long ago something happened. I only have “markers”. And markers for me mean which particular house I grew up in, or which state I was living in at the time. Something significant enough to be like a placeholder. For me, they are locators, enabling me to figure out about what general vicinity I was in and if I’m really lucky, a very general sense of time. I can’t get more specific than that in regard to when something happens.
For example. I have a portrait of me that was drawn in the house I initially grew up in. That drawing has a date on it. I spent the first 11ish years of my life in this house. And while I can’t tell you how old I was in particular memories; I can tell you I was still living in this house. Likewise, in the house where I spent my teenage years, it’s the same thing. It’s the same thing during various parts of my life.
I had a coworker who was able to tell me how long who had been in the new building which we moved into. I was amazed that he was able to do that. I wanted to know how he did that, but I didn’t ask him how he was able to know how much time had passed.
For me, I have no idea how much time had passed. I liken it a person who has no sense of direction, etc.
So, in regard to time, there is no past, no present no future. It’s as if time happens all at once for me.
Please feel free, as always, to ask questions if you have them.