Somewhere In Time

I wish I were a boy again-unquestioning, with no need to analyze the moment.

I looked at all the people, feeling sorry for them. They were still subordinate to clock and calendar. Absolved of that, I stood becalmed.

It’s at times like this I hate the brain. It always builds more barriers than it can topple.

Maurice Nicoll says all history is a living today. We are not enjoying one spark of life in a huge, dead waste. We are, instead, existing at one point “in a vast process of the living who still think and feel but are invisible to us.