at the edge of Time

"There is no difference between ten thousand years and one year; no difference between one hundred thousand years and a heartbeat. No difference. That is the first fact about Time. And the second fact: the entire universe with all of its Time is within me". Leto Atreides.

Indeed, this is no fiction or magic. This is one of the governing laws of the universe we inhabit. And as one moves along the path of remembering ones' true essence, the veils of Time perception are lifted and past memories and pieces of knowledge come flooding in. We will become, sooner or later, prescient. Can we handle that without going insane? Can we handle all the memories of our past lives, all the information and all the emotion we ever experienced? Seeing as we move in groups, coming back to each other in different shapes and forms, can we handle this soup of emotions, past and present. Finding out that I remember all the tongues I once spoke would be of no disturbance to me. But ah, the emotions... What is one to do when one remembers who the actors in their life are and wore? Another law of the universe states that we are all one, nothing is lost, all is preserved within the self, within all selves. But, like the stages of grief, waking up from the amnesic sleep has its stages also. The colorful and maddening salad of emotions is one of them. An it's bitter-sweet taste could drive one to insanity. Still a long way to go till I reach the last stage of the end of Sleep. I'm standing on the edge of Time and it feels like I'm standing on the edge of my sanity. As I breathe, the light dust invades my every cell and awakens it. I close my eyes and pray I make it to the last stage with whatever sanity I have left.