It seems natural to think of experience as happening in time, as if time with its flow were the self-evident if not quite understood medium of being and experience were contained in it - just as you experience the experience of an other as a special kind of event in the world, watching their face, hearing their voice, their breath, their heartbeat. So your own experience seems to be an event in the world, and certainly you can plan for it in a way, say by buying a ticket for a show or making a date, and it comes to you out of the future and then it is happening and then it is over and it recedes into the past leaving a few glittering memories behind. But this sort of time is only the form your experience takes, it doesn't precede experience like a blank page to be filled, you have no notion of it, no way of gauging it outside of experience. The problem is that this little bright bead of the present is always the same and everything is experienced through it, and so your past is not the ribbon fading away in the distance but this same bright bead shining with a different set of events just as immediately now and just as immediately recognised as all you are and can ever be. Lived time bears no resemblance to your notion of time, the same word ought not to be used for a reality so unthinkable.