There is little reason to believe that a situation, a chance instant, is actually stumbled upon. It is what is “carried forward.” It is the normal sequence. The linkage of time and its explicit outcome; its indubitable result. This is truth. This, by falling into existence, by tearing itself away from possibility and “becoming” is the only truth that is known; the only existence meant to understand itself and be counted as that which is historically present.
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