Philosophical Dogs Live On

Creation was created out of nothing. I look out the window, see lots of somethings. My dog knows that time is a dimension, his NOW extends to other time lines; - the now, past and future. Bowwow. It’s his nose you see. The lady in the 7/11 hands me some change, I mean both 'hand' and ‘handed’ me, because if time is a dimension the past remains. Somewhere also the change is seeking my open hand. I am not there at the 7/11 now, yet I am, even though the shop may no longer exist here it still does there. The past does not agree with its non-existence. Regarding creation being created from nothing, then what created that nothing? What was that womb of potentiality? Maybe even who? My dog grins, I know he thinks I think too much. What dog? He died long ago, but…………