When I was a young boy I remember feeling older subjectively than my chronological age would suggest. I felt as though there was more to my existence than a handful of years would support. It’s foggy here in my mind now as adulthood has stripped some of this sensation away, but it seems there were traces of memories, a hazy sense of longevity that has since been whittled down.
I remember struggling with this perception, trying hard to resolve its unnatural implications in my immature yet agile mind. Eventually the nagging notion faded as many dreams of our childhood do. What once we obsess over seems with age to dissipate losing much of its original potency and becoming nothing more than a fading headache.
Occasionally I will find myself revisiting this silly childhood obsession, wondering what if any deeper philosophical meaning it might possess. Does this feeling of perpetuation that once preoccupied my pre-adolescent mind represent some form of immortality, at least at some subjective level and offer some further insight into the concept of the multiverse? If my subjective mind is immortal and as such only I will be able to perceive this immortality then perhaps this childhood memory is merely a glimpse of the infinite.
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