The present life is a sensational tyrant. It is filled with the body's immediate call and the mind's petulant jibes. The presence of reality is the core of the present life. A domineering juggernaut in all senses. Tastes, temperatures, fatigues. Dehydrations, cleanlinesses, confidences. Griefs, enthusiasms, disappointments.
The present life is a breezing whim--it lives through expressive fulfillment. And, in spite of all the fashioned telescopes gazing toward the astrological future, the present life draws our most cherished attentions to its wailing infant face.
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