02.01
The tongue is razor-sharp and acidic when discussing the present. Odd though it may seem, this same creature somehow simplifies the flaws of the past into pristine nostalgic dream scape while filling the future with endless sparkling wonder.
How is it, then, that we long for both the innocence of before and the progress of after–particularly when we have no means of critically assessing how our perfect past has become this horrid moment, or how this horrid moment will become our harmonic future?
The answer is hidden within “this horrid moment”, the point of temporal flux at which we stand throughout our lives. This horrid moment is ours to shape–to meet either the world of our dreams or the world of our nightmares. It is this horrid moment, and ONLY this horrid moment through which the spark of will can manifest its designs in the greater world.
No moment of time so dramatically departs from the materially static record of the past and the unknown and unknowable shape of the future as does this horrid moment. It is the *only* moment any human shall ever have, and our fatal flaw is in our monumental failure to realize that this horrid moment is recurring. It is infinitely renewing.
This horrid moment is both your home and your mind. It is your position and your role, as you perceive them, in the greater world.
This horrid moment is the sole moment in which happiness matters…it is indeed the ONLY moment in which true happiness can be directly experienced.
Oh, shit–sorry. I meant to say: “There’s no time like the present!”
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