Democritus once wrote, "The truth of nature, of life, of fact, and fantasy, and hope, and reason, lies deep in the mines and caves of life. The stability of what is seen and felt beneath our feet is an illusion predicated by trust and hope while ignoring reality.
Reality is 'this' moment. Not the one before or the one behind, but only now. And 'now' cannot be measured in time because it is a part of time. A million nows in a second of time cannot be measured. They cannot be dressed in any convenient garb. They exist only as now.
And what we may wish would be the case, what we may hope, plan or desire to be the case, the case is only as it is now.
Over some things we have control. Over most e have none."
The biker looked up and there was the truck, where it wasn't 'supposed' to be, but was. The trucker looked down and saw the same.
The biker wasn't where he/she was supposed to be because he/she assumed to be elsewhere at some time later. Nor was the trucker.
The truck and the biker met and 'now' took the high road.
Of course, the biker, were he/she capable after the fact, could have enjoyed the sublime texture of justified outrage. 'It was his fault'
And so it was. But did establishing fault, after the fact have any value?
But in a simple blip of time the biker became the dead while the trucker became the undead; burdened for life with caustic guilt.
Did the trucker or the biker awake that day wondering if this would be their last? No.
Shit happens. Only 'now' is important.
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