Life is like a vinyl record, like an album moving at 33 rpm. The present moment is wherever the needle is. The past is all the songs already played, the future includes the songs still to play. Except that it is also interactive. You influence the tunes to come, just as you influenced and performed on the songs already played.
You're stuck on a record. You can't get off it. The problem with that is ... being stuck on the record makes you vulnerable. Vulnerable to suffering. Drag, if you ask me. But there's fun here too. Some nice songs.
Death is the exit from the record, that's all. Freedom from its restrictions. Freedom from its drawbacks. Freedom from its pleasures too, and you may miss them when you're gone.
I miss home though.



