"Now" was defended once with enthusiasm as the sole reality within time. The reasonless incertitude was set then in this reasonless certainty. The dialogue fired up. “Few Things I Know About Them” is a wretched, negligible, yet an effectively annoying bug, that skilfully burrows in the interlocutors’ nostrils causing the most farcical sneezes. Apart from the overestimated Now, there is also the full of treasures Past, as well as the bitter, inevitable prescribed Future.
