The age of the information one has access to, and the age of one's assimilation of it.
The present, is a separatrix between the past and the future: the line that exists only as the point where memories and dreams meet.
But memories do not exist; you cannot touch or see or smell or hear or taste a memory. It is purely information stored and archived.
And neither do dreams; they are conjectures, vectors drawn out on the anchor points of memories.
The only thing that exists, is the present. You and I and everyone,
exist right here,
exist *right now*
But most of us live in the past.
Most of us live in a world made up only of what we recognize; what we see in our memories.
Memories reside not only in our individual minds, but also in our collective minds.
Memories reside in words, in images, in songs, in movements and actions.
They manifest themselves in the comings and goings of societies, in their cultures and customs, in their policies and politics.
When we share memories, we spread information; we create a culture, a common view of the world.
And it takes time for memories to spread. Time from the moment a memory is created to the moment it is widely accepted as ... a reality.
Most of us live in the past. And there is no future.
There is only *right now*
And the closer you keep an eye on *right now*
and the more memories you have and understand,
the quicker you realize what's happening.
*Right now*
