As I struggle to get my words down on paper, I realize it's not because I'm a terrible writer, or stupid, or an idiot. My ideas are far too grand to be contained to a paper or a computer screen. My ideas are cosmic, and they will need a cosmos to hold them. I only share with you now a fraction of my ideas, because they threaten to explode if I don't release them.
For now I will keep my identity hidden, because it is important you focus on what I have to say, and not who I am. The future. The future will soon become the present, and the present will soon become the past. Isn't it interesting, however, that the present can't be measured quantitatively like the future or the past. The now is the instant, the second, the millisecond. This small, small window of time is where we make our living, settle down, have kids, start a family. Work odd jobs, be deprived of sleep, retire, and fade from the timeline of life. It is this concept of the present I wish to bring to you now.
