(I had an epiphany a little while ago that I’ve been struggling to articulate. I consider this “Attempt 1;” I expect there’ll be more.)
The past is a line
The future is a fractal
Their paths never touch
But a fractal’s path
Can be everywhere at once
Passing through all points
You can’t walk backwards
But the path in front of you
Has limitless reach
In Search of Secrets 