We do not really experience time - we experience the discrepancy between our own change and our simulated version of time.

We panic when we start measuring out this discrepancy with our breath. If we breathed time the way a clock holds it between its hands, time, at least our simulation of it, would cease to exist.

We would be freed from our existential panic, and with any luck, we may indeed be freed even from ourselves.

In dance we synchronize ourselves completely with our simulation of time, and in meditation, we strip ourselves from our simulation of time.

Somewhere between dance and meditation is where we usually are when we actually experience the moment instead of our simulation of it.

But being in the moment is like being a raindrop falling into the sea, in that the line the separates ourselves from the sea of moments, disappears.

And thus we do not really experience time - because if we were really experiencing time, we would not be conscious of it. Ignorance is bliss, but how often do we get there?

Turns out ignorance is hard work!