End of the Present

I no longer yearn for the present but for that blissful continuity at the heart of myself. The moment by moment attention to a recollected now, a non-opportunity newly dressed, has only ever served to estrange me from my own seamlessness, and hold me hostage in squeezed, split experience.  The present, like every other myth, must go.


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