For one of my classes we were talking about The Spell of the Sensuous by David Abram, and we got onto the topic of time. Abram talks about linear time vs. cyclical time, and our professor felt it necessary to explain to the class about cyclical time.
He explained that even though "we" think of time as linear, there are people who view it as cyclical. For those who view it as cyclical there is no definite beginning or ending. So whereas "we" think of time as there being a definite time when the universe was created and a (perhaps) definite time when it will end, "those" people think of creation as a process that keeps on happening. That to "them", there is no absolute beginning or end, and that everything that has happened will happen again...even creation.
I started to feel very lonely as he explained this. You see, I think of time as cyclical. I always have. I can easily "translate" into linear time (if that makes sense) but my understanding of time is first and foremost cyclical. It took me years to even realize that this wasn't the norm.
I don't blame my professor. It was something that needed to be understood by everyone if they were going to understand the text properly. But it did make me feel a little lonely.