‘I imagine the world,’ she said. ‘Like it’s not a thing that is dying, that it’s not a thing that was born out of a bang or matter or stars or explosions. That it’s just a thing that manifested because the conditions were perfect, and all that’s happening now is the conditions aren’t right, and it’s manifesting itself out of existence, as it perfectly well should. I imagine it’s the same for us. Time isn’t linear. We just choose to live in this moment as a comfort to ourselves. Everything that’s already happened, and everything that will happen, is already contained in this moment. There’s no birth and there’s no death. There’s only the right conditions to appear, and then the conditions gradually cease, and we leave.’ She looked at us. ‘There’s no sadness to it. We are both everywhere and nowhere. And everything and nothing. We exist and don’t exist. We have been born and we will die. Just like the world.’