“It's being here now that's important. There's no past and there's no future. Time is a very misleading thing. All there is ever, is the now. We can gain experience from the past, but we can't relive it; and we can hope for the future, but we don't know if there is one.”

― George Harrison

EXIST

'There’s simply no greater feeling in the world, save perhaps for cold pillows and warm towels, than having nothing to do and nowhere to be — just a wonderfully itinerary-free day that starts without alarm clock and ends without threat of the next morning’s call time. That’s how I plan to start 2014: with no agenda...'

-- Amelia Diamond

I think this is true.

I have hard-work on the brain for this year, but mostly I'm just going to resolve to continue to EXIST. An awful lot of brilliant things fall under that category.

This Year.

Libra: This year’s going to be bright and fast and really great for you, full of friendship and good news and hard work. Feel this as the gift that it is and still, don’t forget to let yourself be dreamy. Make time to laze around alone, and to go on long rambling walks, and to sit under trees or swim in the ocean or let strange spinning thoughts grow inside you. Make time for beautiful things, make time for the weirdest parts of yourself. This year, spend time with babies or spend time with animals. This year, practice being very tender.

-- Madame Clairevoyant

I'm going to work hard to make this one come true.

Time Zone

Time Zone By Yumi Sakugawa
(From  Saturday Rumpus Comic)

"They glided rapidly along, Stephen rowing, helped by the backward-flowing tide, past the Tofton trees and houses—on between the silent sunny fields and pastures, which seemed filled with a natural joy that had no reproach for theirs. The breath of the young, unwearied day, the delicious rhythmic dip of the oars, the fragmentary song of a passing bird heard now and then, as if it were only the overflowing of brim-full gladness ... They spoke no word; for what could words have been but an inlet to thought? and thought did not belong to that enchanted haze in which they were enveloped—it belonged to the past and the future that lay outside the haze."

-- George Eliot, The Mill on the Floss.

(Found via evencleveland, image from here)