Life :
An incessant round of moments that follow one another,
Bursting forth one after the other to form the present,
A fleeting present, an eternal present
Containing all life in its infinite palm,
A continuity called time,
That endlessly eludes us and slips through our fingers,
A mad sequence of ephemeral scenes
That make up life in its transience
And gives this Present a taste of eternity.
(extract from Fugacité by Catherine gaillard-Sarron)
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