Time’s living river can only be the summation-body of many unique streams — each with peculiar speeds and inward character… from cell, to plant, animal, human, world, star — and beyond. The more diverse and vital our experience of the streams, of drawing them into unity with our own lives… the richer and deeper our experience of time.

But there is also richness in isolation’s penetrating awareness. And there is a strange sort of duration that exists above or beyond time’s pulse. Something of which (what we call) time is a reduction, an abstraction, and I believe it is alive or… more than alive. A temporal superposition…