Chronological time is obvious – the clock ticks, one second follows another; forward, onward, never the same second twice. We have the seconds, minutes, hours, days, years, etc... we have them all counted as one.

But this time is meaningless – illusionary – because it is manufactured by clocks.

And then, we have ourselves as we move through time: in this realm of time – psychological time – time itself is movement: and we, our bodies, are the clocks – once we were there, now we are here. Memory supplies the movement.

In this realm, time moves both forward and backward – because our presence moves to our memories, bringing the past into the present.

For example – I get into a bath: water, heat, steam; but my mind is jarred by a recollection – an association with the concept “bath”. Not this very bath – not this tub or water, or steam (which I could never have foreseen) but the concept “bath”, attached to a memory, an association. All of a sudden, this bath is merged with that association [in this instance a painful one – a story about my lover being with another in a bath] and I am living the emotions attached with that association – the past has moved forward into the present. This bath, this water, is the source of my affliction. I am thrown into a terrible frame: I am angry, I am hateful, bitter; all I can think of angry, hateful words... all because the past, the painful past in this case, has jumped into present, has manifested itself here...