…..I am, when all is said and done, a captive to the moment—a prisoner of time. I am carried along the crest of time little different than a piece of flotsam being transported down a raging river during a spring flood. Free will? Maybe, but only to an extremely limited extent. We cannot do anything about the raw passage of time—the Arrow of Time, if you will—thus somehow pretending that we can somehow alter the scaffolding of time itself is as ludicrous as it is pretentious; the moment is here and then its’s gone, and to think an individual exercises some degree of control over that evanescent particle of time, however minuscule, is crazy if not downright delusional…..
