I took some time out today for a ride. And I thought about time as I rode. I thought about how my ride, as I was experiencing it (and what 'thing' is a ride other than an experience?) was not something happening primarily in the present moment nor the present space, but was an experience of being stretched through time. The ride is a ride-towards, always with some sense of the future driving it. The interesting thing is that I don't know that future beforehand; and I don't just mean that I cannot predict the future but that in my case I do not know where I am going - which fork in the road I will take - until I reach it and make a choice that, when I get there, is either obvious, or which feels arbitrary even as I commit to it. So the ride as an experience of being projected into the future is of a future which has no clear projection.
It's a bit like the creek I stopped at, really. There is a present moment which is such a rich thing, but there is a going somewhere which is a vital part of what is now.
Might I recommend some wonderful photography from a fellow rider's blog.
Brilliant as always. I like the most the shadow play on the third one. It looks so warm in your neck of the woods. Meanwhile we can't get rid of the rain over here.
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