Sunday, April 3, 2011

April 2: Days Are When


I’ll keep this short: The most pathetic
time I’ve had
was when I entombed hours in pity. There’s an idea: time I’ve had.
I’ve had so much time so far, yet all I’ve really hunted
and gathered is now. I’ll keep this short:
Now Is a Filter at the end of the Tunnel of the Future’s stream,
filtering out little particles that stay with us and wear down
before being eroded and passing
through to the Pool of the Past. So don’t really try
and ever think you can live in the fictional Stream of Now—it’s not real.
Imagine how hard is must be for a filter to pretend to be a fish!

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