The mystery of the now.

It is, of course, a mystery the fact that one is here without having a clue what here is; and without having a clue how is it that one is here.

It’s hard even at this moment to remember the situations that led to this moment.

It’s a moment that has been waiting in the corridors of time for hundreds, thousands, millions of years—for an infinity.

Since before the world was created there was this moment, here, waiting; standing within an ocean of time; creating an island of being where someone sits here and sees shadows and movement, where sounds are heard and lights are coming and going.

This moment will be over now, swallowed by the ocean of time that comes after it.


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