Such a moment has a peculiar character.
It is brief and temporal indeed, like every moment;
it is transient as all moments are; it is past, like every moment in the next moment.
And yet it is decisive, and filled with the eternal.
Such a moment ought to have a distinctive name;
let us call it the Fullness of Time.
Zadie Smith, NW
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