We operate in timeframes.
Stapled together disjointed in the ever-circling loop of our minds. Each timeframe so separate and individual that its very fibre, its being, must be naturally questioned and its adhesiveness to its dichotomous partner, doubted.
And yet they spin together. Since time immemorial.
One fragment following the other. Never two paired together to share the bond of common ground or experience. There is no such luxury or ease. Each as different and transcendent but also transient, as its neighbour: that being their only similarity.
And yet they coexist. To torment, to question, to amaze. To form your thought and feeling, from one moment to the next. From one feeling to another. And if you've blinked, you've missed it. Onto the next, led astray, taken aback but hopefully only momentarily. And then you will be alright once more. The happy vessel-fragment returns to occupy your membranes. But only for a little timeframe.
Imagine if you could choose