I think the time we're saving - storing - is the time we actually live. Efficiency is assured in the end - the foam ball gripped that is our disappointment perfectly recovers, inevitably, as soon as it's let go. What remains besides is remembering what will happen so as to experience what is happening without casting it into a dialectic. Maybe that's what love is - the liberation of surprise. Surprise itself not being the unexpected but that which reveals the expected is not known. "Magic and Machinery are exactly the same."
I think the time we're saving - storing - is the time we actually live. Efficiency is assured in the end - the foam ball gripped that is our disappointment perfectly recovers, inevitably, as soon as it's let go. What remains besides is remembering what will happen so as to experience what is happening without casting it into a dialectic. Maybe that's what love is - the liberation of surprise. Surprise itself not being the unexpected but that which reveals the expected is not known. "Magic and Machinery are exactly the same."