This reminds me of an article I read probably over a decade ago on the non-existence of time...that our sense of past and future are illusory because each perceived moment is as a still-frame that has always existed and will always exist. The ideas seemed poetic and beautiful, to me--awe-inspiring, really.

I found this about the ideas of the same physicist, Julian Barbour...

http://www.popsci.com/science/article/2012-09/book-excerpt-there-no-such-thing-time

'"Think of the integers," he explains. "Every integer exists simultaneously. But some of the integers are linked in structures, like the set of all primes or the numbers you get from the Fibonacci series." The number 3 does not occur in the past of the number 5, just as the Now of the cat jumping off the table does not occur in the past of the Now wherein the cat lands on the floor.'

A good contemplative piece you present...

elP

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Ronald,
This `minds me of Van Goch...and the differences between painting and poetry...and `artificing` whether the boots are `doing something` or `going somewhere` (but I gave up, this kind of thinking can go on forever)

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