In Session.

Time comes and goes like a tide on the ocean, but the small steel sphere still shines on what might colloquially be considered the shore of our universe.  It retains that aspect of steel, the ability to have size, because of the lapping constancy that washes up every so often to mold it to a form that is moderately comprehensible by man.  The spherical nature of the thing as well as its emission of light is a constant anchored in the just outside our universe that it happens to share with us.  Not in the sense that both have these qualities, but more in the sense that every instance that it gets covered and washed in this universe, a little bit of light and shpericalness wash off into the universe.  Conveniently, since it doesn't have a concept of time in itself, all of that came pouring in with relation to our universe in a very strange stream that started at approximately time zero for all ability for humanity to see it and continues on into time x, at which point there will be no ocean of universe and only a divot in the multiverse from which we evaporated.  A size-less divot.  Metaphors.

We might not classify the sphere as life, we being biased to our own methods of moving and procreating and in fact most things involving doing.  Thinking about movement in an object without time, truly without time and not stationary as it progresses through time, makes these things hard to really observe.  When our form of reality does wash over it, it sometimes thinks about us.  In general, not really about the bit of mold on a bity little dust speck circling a small, comparatively, nuclear reactor that exists somewhere indistinct within the oceanyness that it sees as the universe.  It thinks more about the concept of water and how it washed away bits of the sphere, letting them spread out and be similar entities.  It also feels the way that it has a composition of atoms in a certain pattern whenever it gets covered.  It doesn't quite know how to describe the way it feels when it just knows.  Knowing is the state it mostly exists in, a complete state that classifies things from its inception until its destruction by a large, mostly indescribable object in a non-linear, non temporal point that somehow happens both after and during our own tidal-universal life.  When it thinks, all the wetness washing over it, it loses the knowing and gains the process of thinking which is different.  It goes from one state to another, and then rather circuitously by fate returns back to the same state it began at.  The fact that the order these happen in and the order that we seem them happen in does not line up is not a thing that really occurs to it until from our perspective it doesn't/won't exist.  If it did happen to notice humanity as it sits now, it might give us some temporal spoilers from the last time it had watched us in our future.  It doesn't, and couldn't talk if it did, but from the general pattern of thoughts it has, it would be most enjoyable for it to do so.

A certain clump of life that existed close enough to the tidal edge tried talking to the sphere, for their own definition of talking and came back with a very peculiar view of themselves in the past after being stranded on the surface of the sphere when the tide receded.  They then went on to populate and create their own race back to the point where they did it again, recursively.  They also stop existing both about halfway through the existence of the universe and also near the end of when the other alien object destroys the sphere on collision, living on in a warped reality for quite a long deal longer than most precedented cases, of which there are n+1 in the multiverse.  This is phenomena humans have yet to overlook in the course of their stay as a pattern.

Any questions, class, no?  Well then, you're free to go to lunch after you close your history books, be back in this universal constant for the next class in five million years, earth time and we will begin to observe the reason we study this material as coursework to prepare you for life in the multiverse.  Class dismissed.