MOBIUS TIME by Dr. Deepak Dev

MÖBIUS TIME

AN INVOLUTION IN EQUATIONS

Let t be time, a linear axis—or so we believe.

Yet time does not move forward; it folds:

t → -t (yesterday exists within today, tomorrow echoes the past).

I walk toward the horizon,

but my footprints fade before they form.

Every step is a reflection, a repetition,

a function that never diverges.

f(x) = f(-x) (the past and future are symmetrical, shadows of the same origin).

If the mind seeks escape,

then motion should be its answer.

Yet movement itself is a deception,

a Möbius loop masquerading as progress.

∫dt = 0 (the integral of all my days collapses—there is no net change, no true departure).

Every choice unfolds,

but never breaks free.

Each moment an iteration of the last,

an involution tightening its coil,

as I spiral inward, inward, inward.

Lim(n→∞) f(n) = f(0) (no matter how far I go, I return to the beginning).

Memories rewrite themselves,

each retrieval an act of distortion,

each recall a step deeper into the recursion.

What if forgetting was escape?

What if to move forward,

one must untether from time itself?

Yet even oblivion obeys its own function,

even erasure circles back.

The past is a sequence,

looping, looping, looping.

I press forward—again, again, again,

yet every road bends inward,

spiraling back to the start.

There is no arrival.

There is only motion.

Only the illusion of escape.