Retrocausal

They say time is not a line.
The present touches the past
the way a crepe batter folds in on itself
so that every edge of now
becomes also the edge of then
and every here becomes there.

They say particles can be entangled,
linked in such a way that changing one
instantly changes the other,
no matter how far they are apart.
Not exactly because they are connected across space, but
because they are connected across time.

Because when you change one,
even when it’s not next to the other,
the present reaches back to the past
when they were together and changes them both.

Is this the secret?

We can rewrite the past with our present to form an impossible future?

If so, all that limits is the question:
How much change is too much loss?

Because the truth is, what scares me most is not an unchangeable past.
What scares me most is losing what I knew
for what I don’t.

Homeostasis is the incalculable will
systems have for things to stay the same,
a force against radical change.

If this is true, how can things ever change?

Perhaps through entanglement. Perhaps you can retrocause your way to a new normal that was now never new and has now never disrupted the familiar.

You choose in the present the past you wanted for yourself.
And you bend the present to touch the past
And you retroact a new homeostasis that is also now old.
You change the present which has changed the past which will change the future.

Why does this make me cry?

Because deep in my bones and in my memory and in the wordless ancient cells of ancestral DNA, I hear a voice whisper:

What is true