Red Sun Over City in Autumn
Time is not a linear progression. It's a necessary fiction giving succour of a before or an after; a contract of consensus. Being present, the beingness bubbles and leaps abound. Being present is the awesome phenomenon of letting go of expectation and the silver filagree of common memory. Presence becomes a filament; a breach in the dream.
When the red cloud covered my city, each asked silently, "What if the world ended now!"
The mother cozied her dying father, the drunk ran home and the baker let the bread burn.
Once it had passed, our world had changed forever.
Shang Xian, The Essential Art of Great Harmony
A philosopher of the Warring States period 390-338BCE