A feast of feelings in their less visible form are called memories. Stored in the refrigerator of the mind and the cupboard of the heart.
No memory is ever alone; it's at the end of a trail of memories, a dozen trails that each have their own associations.
To this day, I have the most fond memories of some of my old toys.
Your entire life only happens in this moment. The present moment is life itself. Yet, people live as if the opposite were true and treat the present moment as a stepping stone to the next moment - a means to an end.
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