Musings of a quantum module of perception embedded in the folds of an unfathomable cosmic superbeing.
Wednesday, May 26, 2004
It is a fallacy to believe that anything is forgotten and remembered. Thoughts flash in and out of conscousness. We never put our foot in the same river twice. Nothing is ever remembered in the same way; it becomes a new experience at each recalling. When it is gone, it is really gone for good. Time is a slate perpetually erasing itself. All experience is a line written on water.