I don't know if I even believe in time, I don't think the future or the past exist on a timeline so much as they exist above and below us, I can tell you the future right now and it wouldn't matter one bit because everything is in motion. Like I used to see things that just morphed and morphed and morphed, one moment it was almost like a person the next it was animal the next it was a face mouthing silent words. How is time different? Why are we so obsessed with measuring something that doesn't exist? Why so anxious? I'd say this is all but a flash of light but even that lends to the idea of time. Whatever this is, I don't think it's real, any one bit. It's just all in your head. If you stop caring, it ceases to exist.