The Conundrum.

Earlier this evening Mel and I were considering the question of memory and reality. It included such questions as: ‘did anything in my history actually happen?’, ‘what does “happen” mean’, and ‘how can there be a present if there is no such thing as a moment?’

We eventually settled on the likelihood that the definition of ‘moment’ is: ‘the sum total of all existence in which time has no relevance.’ Or something like that.

Just thought I’d say that before the scotch scrambles my brain.