pawsoned

It's in vain that we say what we see; what we see never resides in what we say. Everything's constantly changing, and reality is a becoming, not a being. 
Time is divisible into epochs, years, months, days, hours, and seconds. Those seconds are divisible ... the division can proceed without end, instants within instants. The Now that we think of as the present instant is simply an ideal point. It can never be reached, 'coz however thinly we slice the instant of the Now, we can always slice it thinner. In reality, there is no Now; that is simply a way of speaking.
There is a material world and a mental one, limited, inert. The mental world is constituting of the material world. This does not mean that the mental world actually creates the material world ... What is created is the world; its character, is constituted by the mental world, woven from the materials, world's inert threads into a meaningful complex. It is only a mind that can make a world. Without it there is simply silence