I had the strangest dream, where I see the walls are collapsing, and the sky shatters. And I can see through the cracks on the sky, there's something beyond it, only I can't sure what's of it.
All I know is, it's time to go.
There's a reality beneath my own, and other realities beside that one. Each, complements each other like a great scale. I've been moving very fast on one or two of it in the last 20+ years, trying to jump from one reality to another because I had a false sense of the position of it. I thought one is higher than another one and so I need to step up.
But there's no up or down, nor left or right. There's only one or many. I can only live in one at a time, but I now understand that when I discovered there are more than what I think of my previous reality, that means there are many realities. Infinite possibilities.
And it's not the speed that matters. To slow down, doesn't mean slowing down on one reality, rather slowing down to understand that there any infinite possibilities, a true multiverse, like the endless branch of a great tree. The only rules is that the branch will keep expanding, never contracting.
Time moves forward, never backward.