beyond the momentary horizon

or perhaps i just mean beyond the moment in this life i loosely call mine as the slightest difference created a divergence that reached beyond the moment in every direction to bring the past and future into the present as memories meet dreams and reality meets illusions and we may never know just which is which, but then, isn't that the fun of the way of words that every writer and reader know (don't ask, don't tell?)... just the slightest difference and suddenly, everything you thought you knew was true is a pondering of puzzlement... but then, a blissful uncertainty for the writer may be an agonizing uncertainty for the reader, or vice verse, maybe... be careful what you wish for... be even more careful with what you think you know... everything changes... even you... ta-da... so welcome back my friends to this show that never ends that now goes by the name this life i loosely call mine... can you hear the music?...