Thrownness: suddenly you find yourself ... etc., with no memory of what went before. Exactly because what you were thrown into was time and memory, before and after. Something was prior but the moment it starts time is reinvented and there can be nothing prior, certainly nothing of the sort you now are. It grows like a plant, drawing material from its surroundings to express what is hidden in its seed, to be responsible, to overcome resistance or be overcome. Everything is made of time but for time itself. How does time appear, how did you recognise it?