If 'Human reality is what it is not, and it is not what it is' (Sartre), then I am in movement, neither here nor there. The past does not limit or define me; the future is always not yet. Now is all that I am and it suffices, and eases pains past and modulates future riches. But these are never ours. They never were. We are in movement, bound by an ever-present now, each breath, each image, each second, and no more nor less. That is as it is. That is what is. That is who is.

To play at other than this what-is, what-we-are, is to fail the test of living freely and feeling deeply. I thus act and know I am acting as I act. I do and am at the same moment. There is no who but I-becoming. Thus all artifacts here are past tense and over-done, future is no-thing, and only important as present to you who read or see them now. And what is left is what's in your mind, but only as long as that resides there; then it's shattered, gone, irrelevant.