it's difficult if not impossible for me to exist in the moment, without recourse to the future by planning or to the past by reminiscing.

perhaps this is based too much on an inward-facing mentality, as if answers are "within myself." what a farce, i have only found questions when i look inside myself.

perhaps through language, when we relate to one another are we ever really solidly in the "moment." the other person grounds us, and we cannot get lost in our own inwardness because the other demands us to acknowledge them, an image bearer.

to lift something completely from Levinas, the other is completely irreducible, therefore, he or she cannot be fully known, insuring a permanent sense of beauty in the other.

how is it that people get bored with one another? i can understand becoming inured, but boredom seems to mean that everything that can be known about a person is known, which is an impossibility.