In every moment life is reborn again, yet we fail to recognize this perpetual self evident truth. As it spontaneously arises, we are not fully present to experience the revery, locked up in quite corridors, the solitudes of a past not fully lived, while anticipating some preconfigured possibility of a future fully restored. Unwinding the days, until they are fulfilled. In the day that is done, they will be made as one, only to forget to remember, some past, some future, so the present may continue its course without hindrance.
– Josh Fleming
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