Light speed ignores time and space

One day, I wandered through nightly hills and looked up to the moonless skies. Suddenly…

There was a soft voice just inside my head, speaking smoothly something like this:
„Hi! My name is Lambda-Ny, and we never met before. I just entered through your eye’s lens and hit your retina. Thus you got the impression of where I’m coming from: My origin is Alpha Canis Majoris, better known to most under the name of Sirius.“

I shaked my head and tried to look to another star. And again a tiny whispering voice:
„Hi! My name is also Lambda-Ny, and I came from Andromeda Galaxy. Nice to meet you!“

Okay… Seemingly, I got a little crazy. Should I call for help?
But it get even worse: many voices all together as if in a wide and echoing hall whispered:
„Hi-hi-hi! My-my-my name-name-name is-is-is Lamb-lamb-lamb—da-da-da—Ny-ny-ny…“

I cried: „No! No! Stop it! At least not all together! One after the other, each at its own time!“

„What do you mean by ‚one after the other‘? What is such a thing as ‚time‘? We don’t know such things, we ARE all together NOW!“

„No! No!“, I insisted. „One of you just told me coming from Sirius, another one coming from another place far in the universe, Andromeda Galaxy, or so. If you are light waves or the particle like quantum equivalents called photons, you must have needed more than eight years from Sirius respectively more then a million of years from Andromeda while travelling through space into my eye!“

„Space?“, they asked, „what is space? We didn’t notice any space, we didn’t need any amount of time, we left our origins and instantly swapped into your eye! We are the light, and we have the speed of light, and this goes on the frontier, as you should know.“

Lightning help me! I closed my lids.

Einstein! I now remembered: Nothing can be faster than light, but not only this is true, also is said, that being as fast as light brings the heart beat of any clocks to stopping. Outside a spaceship flying with the speed of light may things happen, may thermo dynamics suggest an arrow of ongoing time, but inside, you can not be aware of anything outside. Thus the Lambda-Nys all were right! They met me as young as they left their origins, no matter from how far they arrived!

Time and space are… illusions? I doubted. In any case, these concepts are no longer real for those who go by light speed. From the perspective of any photon, there don’t exist such things… Existing as a photon means to exist outside of space and time and yet to go through them.

I go on wandering. And I wonder: „We all are shadows in the shade on the frontier.“ This line is the confession of the non-photons, the song of the but slowly moving and for ever irreversably ageing...?