[…] how perception, taking sensation into consciousness, can take place in the nontime of the Now.

I must have left my glasses somewhere.

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Nothing will matter to you more than that [base]ball. It will hold you so completely that when you at last file out and return to the normal world, it will stay with you like the afterglow of a flashbulb that’s gone off in your eyes.