Who are we really? The totality of our lifetimes – our time – from birth until death is the finite relation in which we give meaning to our own existence. Anyone who has a “present” has a past and a future: they live their own past, as required by their being and present, in harmony with their own future, from which this existence “happens”.
But what if the harmony dissolves, if the past seems to be losing, if the future becomes empty?
Can we reboot our existence, can we start a clean sheet? This is the feeling when facing that clean sheet, the shocking tension of fate, which cannot be expressed in words.