time is winding down infinitly, in a spirel. so closely packed rogether it looks more like an onion. we exsist at point x the year 2000. but there isn't just one earth, there is an infinite number of earths all moving along in the same pattern(string of pearls). when we die our "souls" are free to roam the cosmic landscape, where there is an endless choice of earth, each one different. maby when people die and they "haunt" a place they realy just came from another earth to warn, or pass us a message. when we dream do you think your here or somewhere els?