nowness and scattered incoherent thoughts

For a Buddhist, nowness is a bit of a cliche. We are supposed to live in the fast-moving, ever-changing nowness which consists of minuscular fragments of time. And upon a closer look, we are supposed to discover that nowness is as non-existent as the past and the future none of which we could really dwell on. So we shouldn't.

The thing is as I type from my hand crafted lounge I am thinking that every word I type is a small document of my time, although the words themselves speak of other things. I am thinking that as long as I keep typing I can at least keep pace with time. With some skills, I can even prolong some moments and shorten others. And this is why I adore language. It is just like light, wave, wind, invisible particles played by secret energy.

Now, as I type Now, the moment has fled. My wooden radio plays a piece from London Philharmonic Orchestra. How divine.