Rise up my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.

"Live in the present"...

Live, you say, in the present;
Live only in the present.


But I don't want the present,
I want reality;'
I want existent things, 
not the time which measures things...


what is the present?
It's something relative to the past and the future.
It's something that exist by virtue of other things existing.
I only want reality, things without time present.


I don't want to include time in my scheme.
I don't want to think of things as time-bound, 
I want to think of them as things.
I don't want to separate them from themselves,
treating them as things present.


I shouldn't even treat them as real things.
I shouldn't treat them as anything.
I should see them, just see them; 
See them, without time or space,
See, and be able to put aside all but the see-able.
This is the science of perception, which is no science at all.