A quiet peaceful evening. We are walking slowly on the beach. Late sunset, soft waves reflect the colored remnants of daylight. Dark silhouettes of birds in the purple background of the low and tired sun.
Thoughts and dreams envelop me becoming one with this mysterious late dusk.
What was here in the past? Thousand of years ago. Was somebody walking on this beach just like we are now? I am trying to feel, to see them. How did they look?
In the twilight I see shades of the past, of the future. Slowly floating, changing, mysteriously shifting shapes. What was here a million years ago? What does the future hold? Will somebody walk here, watching the sunset, a million years from now? Will people be here on this planet? Some intelligent beings?
Maybe not people, some strange creatures that evolve from us, humans.
There are thoughts that past, present and future coexist. That there is a multitude of realities.
My imagination unites the realities and I can see past the present and future in the changing shades and colors of twilight. We are all walking on the beach watching the dying sun's last purple projection of clouds. Who are they, these creatures? What are their dreams, hopes, worries. Do they think about us?
Sometimes at dusk when the world becomes surreal, filled with a soft ocean breeze and strange fleeting, changing colors, the reality changes as I am walking on the beach that is strangely the same and yet so alien, so different.
I am walking on the beach in a different time, in the past long gone. Or maybe in the future. Thousands of years from my time. They don't see me, these beings walking beside me.
I do not want to separate dream and reality. Their reality is real for them. Do they feel us? Think about other times? Do they feel the mystery of the world? Are they fascinated by it?
In Ray Bradbury's, “Martian Chronicles”, Human and Martian meet on Mars in a strange half dream, half reality. Each in their own reality. The Human and Martian cannot physically touch each other – they are just a shade, a mirage for each other.
The Human sees a dead planet with remnants of civilization long gone. The Martian sees a vibrant and busy world at the height of his civilization.
And I wonder if millions of years from now our world, our dreams, our thoughts will still be here, somewhere in some form, a non-physical form, but in some other reality, real nevertheless.
Have others, some intelligent beings, visited our world in the distant past? Where did they come from? What brought them here? What secrets does Earth hold about epochs of another time?
Why are we here? The oldest question.
Our lives are short. Just one breath of the Universe and we, humans, have come and gone.
What great civilizations, what life was roaming the Universe millions, billions of years ago? These questions, the mystery of existence in different times, other realities are fascinating to me. What life will be millions, billions years from now after humanity is long gone? And forgotten. Forgotten by whom?
Archeologists are finding old ruins, remnants of past cultures, civilizations vanished in the currents of time, a mirage now. Scarce remnants of peoples who lived and loved and hated. Their dreams, their struggles and aspirations are nothing but dust. A thin layer of dust.
People whose reality, whose civilization was the most important in the universe. Some were rich and powerful, some poor and powerless. All that is left is just a layer of dust.
I wonder if, thousands of years from my time, archaeologists will find some artifacts in the dusty desert and will try to understand, to imagine what life was like in those long forgotten times. And how the people of a long vanished civilization, us, lived and died.
Rich and powerful, poor and powerless, all equal. Just a layer of dust in the desert.
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