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Tuesday, October 20, 2009

One Hundred and Twelve

Where I've been,
my past.
Where I am,
my now.
Where I'm going,
my future.

My conscious self
is never where I am.
Real-time is an illusion
for at now there is no time.

At now
all things are
one thing.

Everything happens between now
and now
and now
and...

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