The Eternal Moment

As a child I thought of eternity as endless... days and months and years and centuries, then millennia and billions and trillions of boring, boring years-- what would I do when I had all the time in the universe...? Now as an old man I know time is a liar, itself unreal, an illusion born of sweat, fear, the loneliness of spirit in a cold material world. Now I can see how eternity is always here, next to us, within us, that moment none can grasp nor measure nor repeat, the endless moment, that indistinguishable point between past and future, between what was-- what will be-- the soul's singularity, its alpha and omega. And all our heavy fears of extinction are like wasted breath... for we are real and time is not-- we--we are the eternal moments....