The present exists just for a sporadic second. I now believe it is safe to say that the present does not exist at all.
We're just weary beings perpetuating between the lessons and demons of our past who are awaiting the amazement our future holds.
If we don't grow out of our cocooned selves and accept that, we'll always be stuck in that sporadic second, the brief minute, the barely existent present.
Unable to rise or fall.
Stuck with nothing.
Just breathing. //ndcb
