Time in reverse, far enough, may answer queries from cosmogony, but how blue the world would be there sans cotton clouds and chromatic trees.
Forward, then, shall present the ineluctable purpose for all events past: dry skies and naked branches. Life is circular? What are the chances?
Simplicity and clarity calm. What about emptiness? Vibrancy and prismatic points comfort. What about noise? Ambivalence assures neither preference is truly preferred.
What is seen is a choice, not what exists. Hello, heaven cleared and trunk bared. Black’s shades see the end–the fall. Rose’s John Lennons see the beginning–the rise. Past is known. Future is not. So, let the now be here, valued, and free–a prize. : )