I was listening to a Radiolab podcast, and a scientist was explaining that there is no such thing as the present.
He compares time to the shoreline. The past is the sand, the future is the sea water.
There is no line that is the present.
In art class they kept telling us there are no lines in nature. So that part makes sense. As long as I keep making my associations in leaps forward.
But the scientist explains that there is no arrow of time: no forward, no backward.
This is all sort of screwing up my daily meditation.
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