Into Nudiustertian And Beyond . . .

     Tomorrow Loomed; and yet it is still - Now! So constant isn't it? Where would we be without it, the now? Dead my friend . . . that's right, although in those circumstances one might say one would be Dead Now, which would be Dead Right, right? Right -but what would one know of it? Anyhow, New Year's Eve came and went, would you Adam & Eve it, and we are still living in this moment, the one that means you're still alive and kicking, in the now.

So what am I saying? What, can't you read between the lines? I'm saying that when all is said and done, and New year has been, then here on New Years Day you are still here, as am I, and as such each of us is a walking, talking slice of the moment, or The Now.

Every night you vanish into deep sleep, and if you didn't wake up in the morning you wouldn't know any different - that would be death - which is what deep dreamless sleep is until you wake up. It's just that when you die you go a little deeper than deep dreamless sleep, a little deeper into the unconscious, the psyche - into the very depths of oneness-beingness-nothingness!

Hm, so there ya'go - you are The Moment, there is no moment separate and apart from you - how could there be? Take away the moment and you're a gonna . . .