I can see your soul at the edges of your eyes. It’s corrosive like acid. You got a demon, little man. And I don’t like your face, it makes me want to do things to it.
This is a world where nothing is solved. Someone once told me that time is a flat circle. Everything we’ve every done or will do we’re going to do over and over again. And that little boy and that little girl are going to be in that room again, again and again and again. Forever. You ever hear of something called “The M-Brain Theory”? It’s like, in this universe, we process time linearly. Forward. But outside of our space time, from what would be a 4th dimensional perspective, time wouldn’t exist. And from that vantage, could we attain it? What we’d see is our space time would look flattened like a single sculpture of matter in a super position, every place it ever occupied. Our sentience just cycling through our lives like carts on a track. See, everything outside our dimension – that’s eternity…eternity looking down on us. Now to us, it’s a sphere. But to them, it’s a circle. In eternity where there is no time, nothing can grow, nothing can become, nothing changes. So death created time to grow the things that it would kill. And you are reborn but into the same life that you’ve always been born into. How many times have we had this conversation? Well, who knows? You can’t remember your lives. You can’t change your lives.
— True Detective 2014, script writing by Nic Pizzolatto.