We all do ping around in the moment. Conscousness to the future, thoughts to the past. Then yank back into the moment. Anarchies of desire driving us on, versus the tyrannies of judgement, attempting to steer.

Transcendence and order, and vice versa.

Why do we have to go anywhere, when hanging on can be really complicated. If we want aliens, just stare at an ant, until it becomes you. Or you become it.

Like a book, or a tool.