I would say that Imagination knows no time. It doesn't exist. When you close your eyes, or leave them open, to Imagine, you can be anywhere at anytime. You can be in the desert riding a snake, dive underground, come back up and you're in a swamp filled with dinosaurs. You can rewind, fast forward, jump up and down, back and forth, conjure a piece of gum or a whale chewing 100,000 pieces of Trident. You can build a house with your bare hands in a couple seconds. Dig a pool with a soup spoon in milliseconds. Anything. Everything and time has no bearing.

Why does time not exist in our Imagination and mind? Why does it mean nothing in our interior? Why does it mean so much in our exterior? Can you grow your Imagination so much, that you can make time non-existent in life? Or would it be better described as being able to go anywhere at anytime and it feels real, because your Imagination is that amazing? Transcending time, but not exactly space?

Why is time our greatest asset and our worst enemy?

We seem to share time with everyone else, but is that true? Does everyone have their own time? We talk about it like that often. Does time move differently for different people? I know when I was a kid, time seemed slooooooow. Church on Sunday felt like a year and some change. Now, a week goes by in a blink. Years clip past, you've wondered where they've gone. Me and most adults are always saying 'where did the time go -- I can't believe it's already Christmas again!' Why does time feel close and far away at the same time? High school felt like eons ago, but when I really think about specific memories it feels like it happened recently.

It's hard to square time, because in life, it is everything. But in our minds, it doesn't exist. It's irrelevant.