We live within an
incalculably discrete moment which exists between the definitive
complexities of the past and the enduring inevitability of an
infinite future. These opposing states of being meet within an
ever-shifting moment with less relativistic substance than either of
them. This is a point in time that can hardly be considered as real.
A point with no proven parameters.
Consider the
question of where or when along our life's thread, our timeline of
existence, does the present take form? This is most difficult, if not
impossible to identify because the immediacy of the moment forever
slips away into the past when perceived from our current position and
is constantly overwhelmed by the looming presence of the future. All
that we can know for sure is that from the one state, the other is
constructed.
The future, the
reactive effect, is birthed from the ripe potential of the past, the
catalyst. To attempt to pinpoint the one, however, to fix either in
place within an unmalleable present moment, is to lose sight of the
other.
Neither can be
simultaneously calculated, as their final positions are too dependent
upon a unique set of variables. Drill down into this present moment
far enough and the dividing line between what was and what is to be
becomes less defined, blurs until it becomes hard, even impossible,
to separate.
Where then do we
physically and consciously abide? How do we exist in the present when
it is constantly shifting into the past and evolving into the future?
Is the present, in and of itself, an abstraction, an immaterial
reality? Or is it a self-immolating event, destroyed before it can
ever have been said to have existed at all?
Like the after
image of a distantly viewed flash of light perforating the night sky.
Perceived from our
position, we objectify the existence, rationalize the presence, and
fill the sky with our imaginings. We bear witness to a sea of stars.
But which of them are merely representational of what was? Is it
possible that all of what we see is no more than a fading flash? And
if all that we perceive has been reduced to naught but imagination,
can there be an argument made to justify that they were never there
at all?
Perhaps.
And perhaps we can
find our correlation to the stars. Find our connection there amidst
the firmament. But what we won't find is that singular moment down in
between what was and what is to be. The moment that isn't there, down
where we abide within a metaphysical abstraction, where we discretely
exist within our physical forms.
To look at it, to
attempt to consciously observe this moment, to contemplate the
constantly accumulating past or the rapidly approaching future, is to
assure that it becomes something else. It is a particularity
completely undone by the mere fact of our observation.
In this way, our
present moment is a point of origination for our Quantum of Purpose,
that undefined state of being which forever unites two definitive
positions; one stationary, the past; the other transitory, the
future.
This provides an
infinite array of possibilities for an understanding of 'right now'.
In this present
moment the two states are fused seamlessly into the product of our
existence. The final outcome may be determined based upon the
previous position.
How we arrive
there, however, is an infinitely shifting equation.
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