There is only one moment and that moment is now.
I am always omnipresent when I write now. I cast my rod out/into the Cosmos seeking nothing and I always find just what I need now.
Why is that?
How is that?
There is only one Event, not a chained series of events happening in time, the always flowing stream through the center of existence.
The Garden, all flows from the center outward.
That Event is always happening now outside of time, entwined in time.
We were pushed down a rabbit hole by a white rabbit.
You must always follow the white rabbit.
So what brings us to Now?
Abiding presence in the flow of the ever happening now.
So what takes us out of now?
Illusions in time.
Can you dig it?