Is time passing or are we passing through time?*
Is time fixed and we traverse through it; and if so, where are we going? Are we moving forward or just moving?
OR
Are we virtually stagnant (besides our everyday movements, which in the grand scheme of time are tiny and insignificant to the point where we could just be standing still and no one would even know) and time is passing over us?
*I feel certain that this must be an unoriginal thought, but profound nonetheless.
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