Everything is filled to the brim,” he repeated, “and everything is equal. I’m not like your friend who just grew old. When I tell you that nothing matters I don’t mean it the way he does. For him, his struggle was not worth his while, because he was defeated; for me there is no victory, or defeat, or emptiness. Everything is filled to the brim and everything is equal and my struggle was worth my while.

There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.

All things are in motion, all is in process, nothing abides, nothing will ever change in this eternal moment.

Nothing was, nothing will be, everything has reality and presence.

The world is teeming; anything can happen.

The world is everything that is the case.

Things of this world are in so constant a flux that nothing remains long in the same state.

The present is the only things that has no end.

When nothing is done,
nothing is left undone.

Nothing is certain in this world.

In the world everything is as it is and happens as it does happen. <i>In it,</i> there is no value, - and if there were, it would be of no value.

History has stopped. Nothing exists except an endless present in which the Party is always right.

All eternity is in the moment.

The world, my friend Govinda, is not imperfect or confined at a point somewhere along a gradual pathway toward perfection. No, it is perfect at every moment.