If time is what keeps everything from happening at once, then time is also what allows a cacophony to turn into melody and harmony. Time stretches the Big Bang into a rhythm. Time turns an accident into a story.

We all have glimpses of living in the moment. What happens when we live in the NOW for a whole minute? Is it still the now or has it become something else? Is the now an overlay that covers time like a blanket and allows them to coexist? Time and the now exist in the same moment and are two sides of the same coin.