I’ve noted in the River section of the website that I think the separation between past and future is tissue-thin. I say this because when you think about it, the present (right now, this instant) is really the thinnest slice of time. This moment, whatever your definition of it, has vanished. It’s now in the past. The present, I maintain, is a tissue between past and future.

So, today is December 31st, the last day of the year. Millions of people will observe the day with various remembrances. They’ll ring in the new year with the tick of the clock at midnight.

So, for a while, they’ll have the very clear sense of my point. The present is the tissue of time. And it’s that way every day, every hour, every minute of this year and all years.

The River flows.