It is what it is. I’m here. The main focus is dealing with what the universe is serving to me as I am writing this. I am currently breathing, although heavily.
What? Past? What past?
Future? What are these things you’re talking about?
Hm. I don’t know. “Now” is just a point in the construction that is space-time continuum anyway. What’s the significance of it?
I’m trying to think about said “now” but, what about it that I should be thinking of?
Am I in a rush? Am I too… relaxed? I mean, I certainly don’t feel that my pace is what one would consider to be “perfect”. Ah, what “pace” anyway? We’re exclusively talking about “state” here.
“Be present”. How?!
The scale is one-to-one, you know. I’ve become a unit; a metric; a variable to be either calculated or measured; you name it.
You see how all of these… string of words makes no sense? Yeah, because that’s who I am now. A shell of my former self. A reduced version of the previous me. Or am I a half-baked version of my future self?
Ah, but why would I talk about the version of me that is only a part of remnants of the past? Let alone the version of me that isn’t even here yet? All that matters is now. The “now” that is being incoherent; oh yeah — me too! What a coincidence.
The magnitude of whatever is the only thing that’s important. Do another set of whatever that corresponds to the prior whatever.
Now
Now
NOW
NOW
PRESENT
BE PRESENT
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