“We all do what we do for the same reason: because it seems like a good idea at the time.”

The past is the future, the future is the past.

If reality is something we perceive, can it be manufactured? If we stuck some people in a house, locked the door and barred the windows, made sure they could not get out, yet they would be fed properly, would their reality be limited to the house? If the house is all they know, the house is all there is for them. Mysteries such as where the food comes from or what are the things that can be seen from the window are similar to the mysteries we have: where did matter come from, why does it exist, what is beyond what we know?

It would appear that reality can be artificially created and manipulated. Yes, the truth is fluid, it is a river, or a wave of particles. It is subjective to our experiences. We do not need to remember the past to build a future, probability will work that out on its own. We need to use the past to build a better future, whatever that may be.

The past is prologue.

It can always be considered as such – it explains how we became what we are, it shines the way for the future. It shows what we are, what we want, and what we can. It paves the way for the story, the tiny story that is the present and our immediate plans, hopes, and dreams. The story that is yet unwritten and ends up as prologue for future stories. The end of the story is clear – death. Nothing afterwards.

How the prologue happens, how the story evolves, is up to us. Even when the present doesn’t look too shiny^[1].