A parable inside the unknown surrounded by accepted reality (Or … what happens next is up to you)!

“Hey! What’s that you’re holding in your hands? I can see light streaming between your closed fingers.”

“Oh you mean this,” the young lady responded.  She spread open her hands into a cupped position revealing a swirling glowing orb nestled in her brightly lit palms.

“It’s tomorrow,”  she said. “Well, sort of. Actually I’m holding time itself. Okay, to be absolutely precise you can view this as the energy of time. Like a miniature version of our solar system.”

“Oh don’t be ridiculous,” he responded. “Are you insane, you can’t hold tomorrow. It’s not a thing. That makes no sense, besides it hasn’t happened yet and you certainly can’t hold time either because it’s not a thing either so it’s … it’s … well it’s impossible.”

“How do you know it’s impossible?”