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wolven7I don't know if this does what i want it to, but i had to try.
Future/Past.
'There are things happening, right now.'
'Well of course there are. We're here, talking, for one thing.'
'No. That's your memory of that. All you have of that is your memory, and all you do, in relation to your memories, is plan to act upon them. But there is something happening, right Now. Something not of past or future, not born of either, birthing both. Do you see what I mean by that?'
'Not really. I think you're being a bit of a wanker, honestly.'
'Shut the fuck up, with that, this is serious. I'm talking about the thing that's happening Now. We are not talking, now. I am talking now. Now I'm talking again, about how I'm talking. Do you see what I mean?'
'No. If you're talking now--"'
'You've missed it.'
'Well what the hell is happening "now?" What is the difference between my understanding of Now, and my memory of Then? My idea of Later? They achieve the same goal, they all provide an experiential Point of Reference, for me to act...'
'Now.'
If that was it, then I don't know what it was, but I know, now, what Now Is. Now is the mind. It is the only thing we can experientially know, and the only thing we can't point at, and aprehend. Now is everything, every when, and everywhere, and from it we access and de/code the information of supposed "thens" and "laters." It is the place where the conversion happens. Where we plan, and understand. Now is the only thing we have.
I have a lot of time to think about this Now. They put me somewhere dark, and kind of cold. I think that's a breeze. Something covers my eyes, now, in a damp room, with a stone floor, and my arms are behind me, bound and shackled. But I am home, at the end of all things. I'm lost, in the Beginning, wandering with only the Word to guide me. I am free.
I am now.
©Damien Williams. All Rights Reserved.
Future/Past.
'There are things happening, right now.'
'Well of course there are. We're here, talking, for one thing.'
'No. That's your memory of that. All you have of that is your memory, and all you do, in relation to your memories, is plan to act upon them. But there is something happening, right Now. Something not of past or future, not born of either, birthing both. Do you see what I mean by that?'
'Not really. I think you're being a bit of a wanker, honestly.'
'Shut the fuck up, with that, this is serious. I'm talking about the thing that's happening Now. We are not talking, now. I am talking now. Now I'm talking again, about how I'm talking. Do you see what I mean?'
'No. If you're talking now--"'
'You've missed it.'
'Well what the hell is happening "now?" What is the difference between my understanding of Now, and my memory of Then? My idea of Later? They achieve the same goal, they all provide an experiential Point of Reference, for me to act...'
'Now.'
If that was it, then I don't know what it was, but I know, now, what Now Is. Now is the mind. It is the only thing we can experientially know, and the only thing we can't point at, and aprehend. Now is everything, every when, and everywhere, and from it we access and de/code the information of supposed "thens" and "laters." It is the place where the conversion happens. Where we plan, and understand. Now is the only thing we have.
I have a lot of time to think about this Now. They put me somewhere dark, and kind of cold. I think that's a breeze. Something covers my eyes, now, in a damp room, with a stone floor, and my arms are behind me, bound and shackled. But I am home, at the end of all things. I'm lost, in the Beginning, wandering with only the Word to guide me. I am free.
I am now.
©Damien Williams. All Rights Reserved.
