We have no present. Our consciousness is almost completely preoccupied with memory and expectation. We do not realize that there never was, is, nor will be any other experience than present experience. We are therefore out of touch with reality. We confuse the world as talked about, described, and measured with the world which actually is.
We get such a kick out of looking forward to pleasures and rushing ahead to meet them that we can’t slow down enough to enjoy them when they come. We are therefore a civilisation which suffers from chronic disappointment - a formidable swarm of spoiled children smashing their toys.
Tomorrow and plans for tomorrow can have no significance at all unless you are in full contact with the reality of the present, since it is in the present and only in the present that you live. There is no other reality than present reality, so that, even if one were to live for endless ages, to live for the future would be to miss the point everlastingly.
Not every sky is
reflected in the puddle. Not every love wanders in to stay.
Are you talking to yourself? Yes, I’m talking to my selves.
Sometimes we’re just an echo of what we meant to say.
—Richard Jackson, from “Is This the Person to Whom I am Speaking,” in Out of Place (Ashland Poetry Press, 2014)
We must all suffer one of two things: the pain of discipline or the pain of regret.
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The greatest lie ever told about love is that it sets you free.