Vladimir NabokovWe live in a stocking which is in the process of being turned inside out, without our ever knowing for sure to what phase of the process our moment of consciousness corresponds.
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The present is simply a name for the things which are happening now. When you have to think about what things are happening now, it becomes difficult to experience them because you are not being so fully immersed in them, so they do not effect you the way they would if you were just experiencing them. Since our consciousness is constantly changing, our present cannot be captured in our moment of consciousness.
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