We may have 100 billion neurons in our brains, weighing in at a measly three pounds, but none of them can truly imagine time. We think there is such a thing as the present – don’t we? – but there is not. Time is constantly moving, yes? And as my son pointed out at the ripe old age of three, “It is never any time exactly, mom, it is always becoming that time.” Or that time has already come and gone, I am adding. There is future, there is past, but there is no present. We stand between our befores and afters.
Oh, the thought of that makes my head feel heavy, as though loaded down by an industrial toaster.
Thank you, Anna St John for the thought provoking ToasTerheAD.