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It’s incredibly strange our obsession with time. We capture still & moving pictures, write things down, record music & sounds, all in an effort to stop time. We save copies of our time in books or little electrified metal and plastic boxes — in our possession or in the possession of corporations who like to call electrified Forge Ahead

Tonight I found out that Ram Dass passed away. I only knew his name from stumbling across his book, Be Here Now, a few months back wandering at Barnes & Noble while taking a break from work. (Edit: This is concussion brain logic. That’s not true, I knew who he was previously from his work in psychology Forge Ahead