I recently wrote a poem that I want to share, I'm even humming it so I can make it a song soon it's called for you, and it's basically that we weave the world we perceive around us, everything is filtered through our being, what we live, so in a world the universe we see is "us" seeing it.
I confess I'm not religious, but I've been close to... well, stop existing a few times... this led me very traumatized and I realized all of a sudden I was actually terrified to die... those moments I thought, ok, this is it, you're not gonna make it, offered no comfort, just dreading to cease to exist... so now I envy people with faith. I'm spiritual but not religious but now I'm more open minded, maybe as protection from that moment. It's difficult to explain and also way too personal on a public post like this. So now I tend to think... right now, in this space and time I'm alive, this is my "NOW" my present moment to which I anchor... and now I'm alive... and always a million years from now, in this space and time I'll be alive. The same way my dog is still alive running among the dandelions in 1994 and my fufunchis are doing mischief some years ago... Everything stays "where it belongs to" Ok I got too metaphysical now... and sorry for your nana