Javier Circus. In the belly of the whale (№ 375388)

Marcelo says that there is neither past nor future, that the past is only a memory and the future is a vague assumption. Maybe it is, but it may also be that even now devoid of its own objective essence, and not only because it is so elusive and ephemeral like so-subtle matter that, like happiness, is only to call him by his name, and it will disappear (quite the person to call by name now, and it immediately turns into the past, just as no one can say that they are happy and remain happy, for the first condition of happiness is the lack of awareness of happiness); and also because the present exists to the extent in which we perceive it, i.e. in the extent that people invent it. Therefore, to live means at every step to create, invent life, to tell her himself. So reality is nothing more than someones story and if the narrator disappears, then reality will disappear together with him. The whole world depends on this narrator. Reality exists insofar as someone describes. We constantly come up with the present and especially past.