You admire these wild, softly shaped rocks on the coast of Sardinia, created so slowly in relation to your perception of time.
You ask what was here before time, if it can be stretched, if everything exists and, if only now exists anyway.

Before or after is abstract. There is only the eternal now.
You only feel it, when you practice my advice:

You need to slow down and be kind to yourself.

And know that you are not in control of how and when.

"Then what decides?" you want to know.

Maybe the question is wrong?