Mostly we live in the ruins of the future; which is an extrapolation of the ruins of the past. As if the ice cubes could never melt. Our disease infects our sense of time. Hardly a one of us can get into the day, let alone the moment. And this is so because we underestimate the role of imagination with respect to time. Mostly we are still suffering some imagined event we truly believe happened sometime in the past. We are already lost in an unreal past that never was; trying to avoid an unreal future that never will be. And we don’t even notice that we are automated to invest the energy and time of the present moment to generate all this. Things would go infinitely better if we just did nothing. The Tao tells us that “When ‘nothing’ is done, nothing is left undone.”