Which moment?
There is really no ‘moment’ per se. I create a sense of moment by trying to get or achieve something; my desires creates the illusion of moment. When I’m able to switch from ‘getting’ and ‘trying’ to ‘giving’ and ’surrender’, the moment fades and merges with a continuum, space-time-like. The past, the present, the future all begin to blend into one another. Mysterious sameness is a nice way to describe it. I reckon this is what death ‘feels’ like, and so when the time comes, how sweet that will be. Naturally though, ‘I’ won’t be here to experience it, and yet…
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