The Storm of Time
Time is a storm in which we are all lost.
The pure present is an ungraspable advance of the past devouring the future.
In truth, all sensation is already memory.
We are all of us doomed to spend our lives watching a movie of our lives.
We are always acting on what has just finished happening.
Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going.
Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river
it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger
it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire