Assuming
that we are
of
a custodial absentmindedness
as
the now,
and
that we always wish
to
imagine something remembered
to
reminds us of a future
that
is telling us all about the now.
How
did this happen to become this way?
Look,
if we were to have all of time,
yet
in time, at one time,
say,
as the Now,
then
we would have to admit
that
memory is the credo dedicate to denial,
provoking
the past as representational
to
our future,
and
that the might of suffering,
and
the half-truth building upon half-truth
are
a successful means of this exile,
always
away from the now.
Based
upon these limitations,
they
are breeding dimensions for us
away
from the now.
It
is as if we therefore see less
from
what we see
to
gain better control
over
what we don't know
as
a justifiable statement
to
demonstrate how we are not available
to
be in the now
or
to be substantly aware of it.
That
we live in the transience of language
and
the confines of understanding
does
not give us easy passage
sweetly
into the now.
Waving
from the shoreline, at best,
the
now continue to sail away . . .
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