It’s already a quarter of a year past.
Many experiences have come and gone. And much is going on in the world.
But yet, no matter how much ongoing there is, it is merely seated in the briefest of the Now – no more, no less.
The next moment, it will still be yet another now, as short-lived as the one before it.
If not for perception, if not for memory, what is the meaning of past, not to mention future?
What is the meaning of “ongoing”, except a memory of the past?
Is there a “still happening” or is it merely an intrusion of thoughts into what is now, new and here?
To witness and acknowledge this is freedom at its best.
Do you get where I am coming from? Is there “year”? Is there “time”? Is there really here, or now?