Given our apparently linear, sequential experiencing of past, present and future, we quite naturally interpret time as a constant instead of in terms of a construct...Contrary to common conviction, we may all rest assured that nothing has ever happened in the past and that nothing will ever happen in the future. Everything that happens happens at the moment of being, right now, or not at all. We have memory traces that we conveniently refer to as "the past," and we have anticipations that we confidently regard as "the future," but being itself is of the present, and ever was, is and shall be. Now is none other than that inconceivably subtle (non-existent?) interface between "past" and "future." Paradoxically enough, our present is indeed a generous gift-of absolutely everything and nothing.

Ok, I think I may have finally reached the point of insanity, but I've decided I'm just gonna make a post of all the people who the people ik irl have never heard of.

I think that I must be one of the luckiest chaps in the whole world; I travel it, I eat it, I drink it, I smell it and I touch it.

Contrary to what everyone knows is so, it may not be the brain that produces consciousness, but rather that it is Consciousness that creates the appearance of the brain, matter, space, time, and everything else that we are pleased to interpret as the physical universe.