In this multi-dimensional space that includes physical space and time, we can say that there exists a finite, strangely shaped region that we can call `the life of Carolyn Ursabia`.
Did time actually flow forward? Or was it static? We can never know…
Really moving towards the right direction.
Whither are we moving now? Away from all suns? Are we not perpetually falling? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there any up or down left? Are we not straying as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is it not more and more night coming on all the time?
Thus spoke Zarathustra