Imagine A World In Which

In A World In Which Time Is A Circle, Every Handshake, Every Kiss, Every Birth, Every Word, Will Be Repeated Precisely.

People Are Content To Live In Contradictory Worlds, So Long As They Know The Reason For Each.

A Life Is A Moment In Season. A Life Is One Snowfall. A Life Is One Autumn Day. A Life Is The Delicate, Rapid Edge Of A Closing Door's Shadow. A Life Is A Brief Movement Of Arms And Of Legs.

When I Used To Play Golf. It's A Terrible Miserable Game. It's Incredibly Frustrating. In 18 Holes You Make 150 Horrible Shots Off In The Woods, In The Water...you Make One Good Shot And It Brings You Back The Next Time. With Writing A Long Book There Has To Be At Least One Bit That Has Some Magic In It That You Can Go Back To.

Most People Have Learned To Live In The Moment. The Argument Goes That If The Past Has Uncertain Effect On The Present, There Is No Need To Dwell On The Past. And If The Present Has Little Effect On The Future, Present Actions Need Not Be Weighed For Their Consequence. Rather, Each Act Is An Island In Time, To Be Judged On Its Own. ... It Is A World Of Impulse. It Is A World Of Sincerity. It Is A World In Which Every Word Spoken Speaks Just To That Moment, Every Glance Given Has Only One Meaning.