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| When? Who Cares |
People never forget
A word from you
A minor incident
Forgotten by most but remembered by a few.
Someone.
Someone always remembers.
Thus there is no past.
All past recurs continuously in the minds of the participants
Ready to be relived again
As real as the first time.
Reborn in conversation and memories.
The past created everything.
All everywhere is based on its precedent
And thus will always exist in its progeny.
The past begat the present.
You can never outrun the past.
It’s persistent.
Tireless.
Indomitable.
Because people can’t un-remember.
History is carved today.
The future is the end-result of the past.
That is why there is no time.
It doesn’t matter when it was written
Or played or sung or recorded
Or done or said.
It will always exist once it happens.
By definition the past is permanent.
So too, the present and the future.
All will eventually become the permanent past.
What difference does it make When?
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