The Now Here

There is but a space of difference in the English language differentiating whence from the cosmos we come, the (no-where), to where the fato profugus are at any post given moment, the (now-here).

This I imagine to be so as it is my belief that we are created rather then primordial. Thusly, because we are created at a given point, we become at that very moment ensnared by the laws of linear time, in which, we will dwell in the past & future but ultimately only exist within the confines of the now.

Yet, how do we call something the now when it by implication has already become a thing of the past the very second in which it occurs? And if while incarnate we may only exist in the perpetually ungraspable present why then are we so tied down by the past and so fearful of the future?

Why harbor the keepsakes of days of yore which stifle our ability to fearlessly tread a path we've no choice but take?

At what point do we meditate long enough to look past the trappings of what we see, and truly witness, get past hearing and actually start listening, stop talking and start communicating, stop moving, realize that we are unmovable, cease to live but not experience, ask less of the divine and do more to express our own divinity?

When do we overcome our misapprehensions of the nature of reality and break free of samsara, when does fate become a book we write rather then one we accept as having been written for us?

When do we get past our writers block and begin our chapter on the attainment of a prosperous new begining?

When?

Now.

Here.