I shall now proceed to consider the past as an accumulation of sensa, not as the dissolution of time implied by immemorial metaphors picturing transition. The 'passage of time' is merely a figment of the mind with no objective counterpart, but with easy spatial analogies. It is seen only in rear view, shapes and shades, arollas and larches silently tumbling away:
the perpetual disaster of receding time, eboulements, landslides, mountain roads where rocks are always falling and men always working. |
