time is an invention. strictly speaking time is a concept, it does not exist, like other dimensions, like all dimensions. we do live in a world of representations, and when we distill it down to the essence, there is just now and here.
but to write this down in one simple sentence somehow seems to ridicule all the great philosophers, and it certainly puts dogma out of circulation without any scruples or remorse.
what is it that human beings are?
the dead philosopher in me would love to expound on being human and being art...
