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An Excursion into the Infinite Moment by Perry Huang

Infinity and eternity clasp in an ephemeral juncture of a trice, The extraordinary, prosaic, and individual moment did, does, and will exist, Is left to coalesce into a culmination of instances each of which its own in its own right, Churning are the inner machinations of a florid display of now , A now whose ostentatious exhibitions portray a cogitating frame of reference, Past and future, meager supplements to the evanescent state of being in the here.

A quandary is proposed by the prospects of asking the individual their locale of here, Where are you indefinitely, where are you truly, where is your soul in this meandering trice, Every breath we breathe is monument to another moment we’ve conquered for our reference, Beautiful is every second where we wade our waists into the waters of existence , To seize the moment is not an act of impetus, but an obligation to the transient eternity of now, Assuage your paltry quibbles at acts that have been left, and decide for yourself what is right,

This particular instance I sit with a coke to my left and an ethereal veil of crepuscule to my right, Spending the night lacing these lines like stitches on a quilt, dawdling away till day over here, An artificial amalgamation of basses and beats, an auditory articulation occurring now, A midnight waft, fizzling cola, basses dropped, black on white, a vapid trance, a simple trice, Physically I inhabit this corporeal space; tangible are my limbs, but can I genuinely say I exist, Will I be able to differentiate this moment on time’s continuous stream of historic reference,

Is this peculiar period a point of particular consideration to mark at a later reference, Is this moment characterized by my physical enterprise or by my appraisal of what isn’t right, Past, present, and future are each sovereign components, but cohesively an entity that can exist, An organism that manifests in respective bodies defined by actions and thoughts then and here, We are each the culminations of the past, and proponents of the future, living now, a living trice, The moment is not gauged by what you do or think, but by participating in the present, the now,

Appreciating the potential power of defining the past and future by defining what happens now, Past and future, a contrapositive relationship defined by both neither and each other, a reference, What could happen has happened because something did happen and converse-likewise in a trice, What we did becomes what we do because what we will do has been done, right? Always moving is the flow of time, but its direction is defined by where we think is here, Immortality becomes an instant, as an instant becomes an opportunity to meld existence,

The moment precedes our ventures in delineating the essence of existence, It accompanies me on my perambulation as I prattle on pondering the ramifications of now, What constitutes the passage of time is movement from a specific frame, a frame I believe is here, A location from which the basis of my observations are perceived from my own reference, An awareness which I have embodied as much as it has embodied me, melding my grasp of right, The moment exists outside of space and time, for it inhabits all space and all time, an omni-trice

Our sensory construction of how we exist are construed from and for our own reference The reactions that conjugate what is happening now, are not subjugated to wrong and right, They simply happen, no matter when, no matter where, they happen here, in an infinite trice.