Let us be resolute in our commitment to the present moment. And why, as a practical matter, should it be elsewhere? Life is not in the future, neither is it in the past.
Hope is not an antidote to fear but rather an aspect of fear. Hope and fear are two ends of the same pencil.
“Humankind cannot bear very much reality.”
Lot’s wife looked back at her old life and was immediately turned into a lifeless pillar of desert salt. It was too bad, what happened to her, but she couldn’t help herself. She was nostalgic.
What was her name, Lot’s wife? No one remembers.
Knowledge is the head. An accumulation of past.
Knowing is the heart. An experience of now.
Knowing has no antecedents and no thought process.
Socrates: “All I know is that I know nothing.”
We are confined, defined and encrusted by memory.
The more memories we have, the more conditioned, patterned and habitual we are. Yes, we need a few memories to provide us with a basic identity, but beyond that slight necessity accumulated memory serves no purpose.
Many of us are so weighted with memory, so neurally grooved, that we have become flesh-bots. Our next spontaneous act will be our first.
The more memory as man has, the more resentful and unforgiving he is.
What we do not remember, we will not repeat.