Photo Source: Wikimedia Commons Something to do with loneliness, though I wish I knew. Memory past, present, future, colliding from blink to blink and it’s true that we’re all a bit like Billy Pilgrim, even my own mindfulness meditation teacher who tried so hard to live in the moment and experience the now and concentrate, concentrate. He meant well, but I think this life is a version of Slaughterhouse Five, like here we are projecting ourselves into the past and then an ideal future...