Why do you want to persecute yourself with the question of where everything comes from and where it is headed? You do know that you are in a period of transition and wish for nothing as much as to transform yourself. -Rilke
What is it about life that makes us want to know the answers to the past and the future? The way we live, the questions asked day to day lead me to peer down separate roads, wondering which to follow, and where I will end up. But I cannot know. And I don't want to know. It's sort of circular thinking.
In a way, we are boxed in to the moment that is now. The past and future linger around, but they cannot be seen. Pehaps sensed in a way, but not solid. I have a love hate relationship with this.