Time, the Greatest Illusion

“The separation between past, present, and future is only an illusion, if a stubborn one," said Albert Einstein.

Einstein expected you to accept as fact that the latest model of neo-physics, solved the mystery of the universe by seeing it as one in which all moments in time exist equally, and the flow we perceive is a stubborn illusion constructed by our human consciousness. We swim like fish in a vast bowl we call the universe and marvel at the many ways to perceive it.

Eye before E for electricity,
a snap of the fingers to get your attention,
decisions to be made from data ingested.

Was that a bird or a plane?
I before E except after see.
The Mad Hatter stumbled and spilled the tea,
while I emigrated to call up Plan B
where I set up my own dimension of reality.

We’re already there, call it what you will,
just another ant crawling up a hill?
How you see yourself is a well-constructed shack,
a place down by the river, 
and somewhere off the track.

Personality is who you learn to think you are,
after tumbling to Earth like a fallen star. 
Every baby genius arrives without a flaw,
the entire universe in a fat round ball.

"Make me happy or else I cry, 
and shake the walls, darken the skies."
The epic battle between war and bliss,
the trust that’s placed within a kiss,

Time passes, or so it seems,
lifetimes spent among the dreams,
the dancing shadows projected onscreen.
Who decides the fate of a victim?

Is it held within the cards, the luck of the draw?
Was it all just an accident, in a game of chance?
Or, is there a wizard performing a dance?
Casting forth cards with nary a glance 
at the celestial clock on the wall.