In remembering some distant occasion the pattern of events seems quite clear and you have the impression that if the memory were to grow clearer and its focus wider the pattern would become clearer still so that everything would be seen to fit together perfectly. The same must hold true for your current now to which you are as blind from the dazzling salience of the present and the need to be broadly reserved in looking to the future as in any poorly recalled past. Still, it's not impossible to become aware of living in a tiny part of a vast pattern while actually doing so, that to is undergo an alteration in the temporality of presencing so that it inheres in kairotic rather than chronological time, and for this to be a potentiality at every moment. What this implies is that the ordinary perception of living in the leading edge of flowing time is a product of a certain kind of selective blindness, something like a projection into a lower dimensional space - the kernel of which, to continue the mathematical analogy, is the so-called sense of self, although largely obfuscated. It is perhaps enough to see that the living now does not visit each successive moment but is precisely what each moment consists of - up to and including its own half-blindness.