In the Present Is the Whole of Time
Why are we, after this long evolution perpetually in conflict?
Being absorbed in a poem, a face is that beauty?
Why has humanity, each one of us accepted fear as a way of life?
Why do we live, act on the basis of thought? What is the relationship to time of thought?
Can there be total mutation now in all our behaviour, way of living, thinking, feeling?
If you had no memory at all could you think?
Memory arises from knowledge, experience. Is experience different from the experiencer? If there is no experiencer, is there experience?
