Now is what there is and all that there is. We could say that the past flows back from now like the wake from the prow of a ship, and then, just like the wake, vanishes. As the wake doesn’t drive the ship, the past doesn’t propel, or move, the present—unless you, here and now, want to insist that it does, and so give yourself a perpetual alibi for every kind of irresponsibility.
Where are you? When are you? What is the position of the universe? When is it? Where is it?
Are these all different senses, or just one sense; consciousness?