Just a Moment.

I’ve often mentioned that I struggle with the word ‘moment.’ Logically, there’s obviously no such thing, and yet Siddhartha would have it that ‘eternity is contained within every moment.’

Imagine trying to reconcile those two. If such reconciliation could be reached, maybe it would confirm that time is an illusion.

And isn’t ‘love’ a terribly dangerous word?

I’m boring myself, so maybe I should mention that the scotch I’m currently drinking was given to me as payment in kind for doing somebody’s accounts and tax return. It’s a bottle of Teachers, which I haven’t had in years. There; that’s better.