Though if your mind is actively drawn to an attention that it were never alone which it seems inevitable that it weren't, and if in such a landscape it were as likely alone, there isn't anything forbidding of discovery only vanishing.

Prolific.  

Chronology of space, yes, it is understood.

Vanishing minds gives rise to the possibility of any new possibilities that weren't given of old consistencies though these consistencies seem to rise again and again.

That common experience withers apparently, or that one supposedly tires.  

The direction of time.

Meaning given from all this continuum.  This moment that leads into the next, into the next where one had transitioned from the sense of everything that one knew where given by all the following assumptions made that may or may not have been so.  The utility of the cloth on the table is there as it is passing from one day to the next, from one table to the next, to the next and given by all the observations made that regenerated some thought of the world coexisting with this action.  That world that is lived upon, and breathed upon and has made every sources of an action leading into another action which brings about the dwindling of memories before it.  Though likely in review all this one should wonder were given to much omission.  Life could be as selflessly spent gazing at a waterfall.