Today I woke up thinking it was Tuesday.
But it is not Tuesday. There is no day. No day, no time moving forward- just moving. When we see water move, when we watch a bird fly, when we look at a cloud drifting, can we really tell if they are moving forward or backward? Nature is moving, but it is not labeled “forward” or “backward.” That label exists in our mind, not in the movement itself.
There is no Tuesday,
No hay Martes
no Existe - es imaginario,.
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