There is no true moment, per se. I create an illusion of moment by striving and holding on. And, my imaginations of past and future add to this illusion. When I give up striving, the illusion of moment shifts to the space-time continuum, so to speak. The past, present, and future all begin to blend together as one. Chapter 40’s Turning back is how the way moves is a good way to describe it. I reckon this is what death feels like, and so when the time comes, how sweet that will be. Naturally, my striving self—‘I’—won’t be here to experience it, and yet… (See You are Immortal!, p.391)
