The George Floyd’s have been with us forever

The images fade but the feelings of our hate are always now

The Future we see is actually the Past

In the time that it takes your eyes to register these words, or the image above, the present is over — now becomes the past. As my fingers pick carefully at the letters on the keyboard, the time it takes for me to see the conveyed-images puts this action too, snugly into a past — an iota of a sliver of time (a nanosecond or two). The present hardly exists because in the time it takes for us to realize it, for the firing synapses to burn a contextualization of now into our mind’s eye, we are, again, eased into the past.

Brian Greene in The Fabric of the Cosmos calls reality “slices of time,” freeze-framed images we are capable of assessing visually and intellectually. These frozen moments are our “now” siphoning off rapidly to the past, ever making way for the flow of a “new” now, a present which is really already the past. Confusing, indeed. Add motion and differing speeds and the “now” becomes even more ambiguous between the receivers of the racing images.

In my opinion, this is an inaccurate way to depict the present. It focuses on the receiving of light, the formation of image as if we were only receptors — walking retinas. “Reality,” the one on which time is spent escaping, altering and seeking to make better for…