It's just a product of our evolution the way we experience reality and time from moment to moment. How we differentiate between past, present, and future. But we're intelligent enough to be aware of the illusion, even as we live by it, and so, in moments like this——when I can imagine you sitting exactly where I am, listening to me, loving me, missing me——it tortures us. Because I'm locked in my moment, and you're locked in yours. Recursion