Undefined Resolution

The passage of time is not felt, nor comprehended beyond a momentarily poignant instant where we reflect, with perhaps a frown or a slight contraction of our spiritual heart, on the corporeal form of our existence between the two points of time we meet, the two temporal signposts that mark the very passage we did not notice travelling in...and yet at that same instant we despair, despair the time we did not spend despairing and reflecting in...

Is it really possible to treasure the present as you would treasure the past? Do we really need the faculty of hindsight, the knowledge that you could've known more, the experience of the experience that cannot be resurrected again, to effectively value the unborn moments of bliss...

I find it a pity we can't, and yet not so because the moments you treasure after are the very essence you endear yourself to when you produce, or undergo, the moment. We never do it consciously, but I believe we do it nonetheless.

There are so many things, ethereal things, metaphysical concepts that one would so seek to embrace. Yet the mechanical understanding that ensues undermines the beauty of...of existence...

Insofar as the above is crap to you, I daresay you're a happier person than me.