About 14 billion years ago, time emerged from what seemed like absolute nothingness. It took humanity those 14 billion years to begin grasping this profound concept. Yet, does this imply time didn’t exist before our understanding of it? Perhaps truth itself is not an absolute but rather a shifting perspective shaped by the seeker.

Our knowledge of the universe is infinitesimal—a drop in an endless ocean. And that’s expected. Yet, the most elusive enigma isn’t the cosmos but the self. Who are we, truly? The golden question remains unanswered, eternally unsatisfied. Philosophers, scientists, and thinkers each offer their interpretations, and while all may hold a fragment of truth, none are complete.

We pride ourselves as the pinnacle of intelligence, a species capable of flying without wings, bending nature to our will. But what if we are no different than the dinosaurs—creatures who once reigned supreme yet were swept away in the tides of extinction? Are we on the verge of a similar fate?

The real question, then, is not about survival but about meaning. What truly matters in the now? If every birth inevitably meets death, what is a human being? Are we merely a physical body? A vessel of consciousness? Or something eternal—a spark of energy, a soul transcending time?

Perhaps the answers lie not in what we see but in how we seek.

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The book I am working on is a compilation of ideas from various philosophers, both ancient and contemporary, highlighting the significant shifts in perspectives over time. It aims to help readers explore and better understand the meaning of human existence.