The past invariably seeps into the present. Or catches up with it. Or defines the future (maybe pretends to do so.)

Even so-

Give me the first six years of a child’s life and you can have the rest. – Something of Myself (Rudyard Kipling)

Perhaps not. I am equally greedy for the present, and I shall contemplate on the future. This moment, right now, is the confluence of the three.

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