HERE AND NOW

"Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past" (Ulysses p. 153)

What if, instead of a life in a day, June 16, 1906, the work were to be a series of heres and nows that eventually becomes a life.
Rather than writing Ulysses later, after the life has been lived and examined, the point would be to allow Odysseus to live in the moment, goaded by the past and hungry for the future.
The present is never just here, nor just now, but a continuum of shadows and uncertainties extending into the past, achieving some degree of clarity in the present and then, stretching into the future, more shadows.
Why we choose to do something and the repercussions of that choice make every act less of an isolated point on a graph and more of line, a series of points, a string in fact.
Thus every single action that we take becomes the sum of where we have been and where we hope to go, a thread whose either end remains forever invisible.

The middle of the string is right now, with brightness and clarity extending into the past and/or future depending on the individual's awareness. Everyone's life is a fabric that unfolds decision after decision, idea after idea, action after action, which all up to what an individual does day by day. lf those thoughts and actions are the warp on the loom and the days, minutes, hours are the weft, then a weaving tends to be bright and distinct in the center and fading at either edge into shadow and farther from awareness. For an extremely aware person the image is wider. For God, the fabric is bright and endless from side to side, and endless top to bottom.


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