" We were fretting about--who knows--...people we did not know, people we were in no position at that moment to help. Our lives had gathered to this supreme moment--a sacred site more then five thousand years old, our love for each other, the light, he great space in front of us--and yet, we were unable to graps it, we couldn't draw it into ourselves. We couldn't free ourselves into the present. Instead we wanted to think about setting other people free. We wanted to think about thier unhappiness. We used thier wretchedness to mask our own. And our wretchedness was our inability to take the simple good things life was offering us and be glad to have them. Politics, idealistic politics, is all about the future. I've spent my life discovering that the moment you enter the present fully, you find infinite space, infinite time..."
-p. 42, "Black Dogs," McEwan, Ian, Pan Books Limited, 1992.