The Then Now and The Future Now are merging which means a Now of complete independence from any Past Futures or Future Pasts.  The Now which was exactly the wave we paddled back in time to ride into the tube, become centered with the Om of the whistling in the cave of ocean that both can wipe you out if you lose focus, but will push you forward with gained momentum out to a shoulder of clarity where you can see both a hope for a new wave, and the experience to know how to ride each wave of time and space as if you could die today being on the back burner of the dream that you will live forever.

                The Past no longer exists for anyone because at this point even the Future is the Past it’s all just a matter of time. 

                What we have learned from The Extinction of The Past is that there can’t be a Future when the Ying of what is behind us can’t be balanced with the Yang of what is to come. 

                There seems to be one moment on repeats itself in different expressions.

                There is an author, there is a story, and in this reoccurring moment we act out different aspects of our character.   Now we both experience ourselves, and the surrounding of Other Selves, who, like all Self both experience this moment, and are affected by the Moments of Surrounding Selves.

                We are not telling the story, but we are the characters.

                The story is that moment.

                The fallacies of coincidence have dissipated with the past.  The Future has been an illusion reflected off The History of Things We Can’t Know.

                The new history is one we can’t escape.

                The History of, The Infinite Moment.