Time is an illusion that we cast by the frailty of our organic machine-bodies. But the mind and the soul are not finite. They persist.

Time is an illusion we cast for ourselves in a world of clocks and watches to meter out the days of our lives. But the foundations of creation do not speak to time. The universe lives and breaths in a never ending cycle of creation, reformation, and recreation.

The universe speaks of change, not death. What was once one thing gives way to the same thing in another form.

Therefore, our finite thinking is an illusion, just as the real persistence of memory still exists under this perceived degeneration of it in dali's picture.

We are immortal entities...let us try to think and act like them rather than as scared animals living for their own deaths.