Sensation seems to have a relationship to time. Pleasure brings the illusion that time is not changing things, that it is giving us more of what we want at the time. Desire is like an engine that appears to gear things down to our liking. The mind refines desire until it is more abstract, ultimately 'non-dual', beyond this or that, an achievement of the complete stopping of time.
But time does not stop, it flows. Sensation is not a satisfactory thing to cling to, either in body of mind. We are these composite things, left next to the eye's torn veil.
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