today, I went travelling with a rain goddess, i was attacked by an apple and proved wrong by a plastic bag... and just when i thought things couldn't get any weirder i found out that time actually flows in an extremely similar way to that of the edge of a pool of beer, ever expanding, very wiggly and continuously looping in on itself...
This relationship is probably helped quite a bit by the fact that time can occasionally be equated to beer - in the same respect as a boulder precariously balanced a few metres above your head can never be equal to a good idea... altho miraculously, in these situations, seemingly inanimate objects take on the ability to spell the word "danger!" altho some don't tend to have the character to manage the exclamation mark!
surley you can only acuratley describe and explain existance once it has been completed? so we know that existance has started but it has yet to finish - so until then there is no answer. but you can still guess :)