Observe the fourth dimension from the perspective of the fifth dimension.
A person's entire lifetime becomes a tubular, static, 4th dimensional entity.
But then what of the branching multiverse? The tube thus becomes an expanding 5th dimensional dynamic fractal.
Time, the essence of perceptual stratification and dualistic personification.
East is separated from west but where does west begin and where does east begin? ...or end? We wade through the sands of time in mindless pursuit of gratification and questation. The yearning for that which is oh so elusive, yet not.
Chaos and order give birth to each other as the illusion of time is continually created. There are those who depict time as a linear succession of the staus quo ...but I fear that time is actually the never ending branching of realized moments, continually splitting, in a Schrodingerian catlike fashion.
Just imagine travelling backwards in time and meeting some early hominids and by interfering with them in some way you accidentally wiped out the existence of all future humans?
Or if you went back even farther in time and accidentally stepped on some slime which caused a huge shift in the evolution of all future life, then intelligent cockroaches ruled the future earth?
To be at one with zero requires the realization that one and zero are separated by reflective reverberations of echoing incoversion.