In the incomprehensibility in a moment,
In the instant taken to try
To comprehend the instant,
The instant passes,
Is experienced, and is
To our experience, gone.

There is incomprehensibility in every
Instant,
For we can only experience
But not comprehend each instant:
We cannot comprehend time.

We may measure its passing –
Predict its motion, or
Anticipate its direction.

But we measure our experience of its passing,
Not its passing.
We predict our experience of its motion,
But not its motion.
We anticipate our experience of its direction,
But not its direction.

If time is measured by our experience,
And this experience is measured by time,
Does this limit our being to the existence
Of time and our experience?

In the instant of our passing,
Our own experience of this existence within this time
Does cease,
But time does not.
Since our own experience of this time does cease,
And time does not,
Our being must be beyond this time
And beyond this experience,
Or all must cease
With the cessation of experience
Of any being.

All will cease
With the cessation of any being.