LIfe is: One continuous, evolving moment. We don’t experience multiple moments throughout the span of our existence. We simply experience details of the Moment. Obviously my language considers those details as moments, but the word is a mere label attached to the detail. Words really are meaningless and at the same time, rather important. But it’s not the words that are to be absorbed and considered; rather it is their meaning. And so I safely and comfortably rest on my thought and ponder that this is the one gigantic, endless, boundless moment. I am a detail of the moment and I experience details in the moment. I wouldn’t dare say that there exists a human possibility for another moment to occur. And yet, I humbly accept that there are innumerable things I do not know. And so therefore I can only deduce that if I have an answer- it is just a temporary and present fix to the question. It is one that has to be considered breakable or bendable. A piece of mystery at some point along my journey may be uncovered, revealing that I was wrong all along. So, really, for me to say “it is” or “it is not” is foolishness for folly. And as you may recall from earlier in this robust paragraph, I arrogantly muttered that “we don’t experience multiple moments…”
Who am I to say one thing is and another thing is not? However, someone in my conscience asked me what my favorite moment was. I answered with an un-answer by answering a different question, skirting about the issue. At that particular detail I found an alternate detail of that thought more important, so I rudely ignored their point and pondered my own. That’s just how I work at times. It happens more so when the wind is blowing. My thoughts are like tumbleweed and as the pneumatic wrapping about my lobe makes a move, those seedling thoughts are rustled about, oftentimes losing sight of the target.
(pause)
Where was I? Oh, yes, of course: Moment. As I am unable to say what is and what is not, then I am therefore unable to say there is anything aside from the whole of things. The whole of things is Moment. If a thing is not within the Moment then that thing simply is not a thing. It cannot be considered and therefore has no existence. However, I recently (within the last few sentences) pondered thing outside of Moment. Does that, in essence, give existence to thing outside of Moment? I think so. And as I come to this uncovered piece of mystery, I retreat all previous thoughts. As such, I start all over again from square 1.
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