Truth lies in the moment of conjunction, not “in the past,” for the past of
itself has no truth, nor falsehood. Both lie rather in the moment of
recognition, in the knowledge—history—created at that moment. We can wall
ourselves off from the past, or amputate the past from ourselves and declare it
irreducibly passed and so open for study. But if we do we run the risk that once
again, perhaps sooner than we might like, we will find ourselves suddenly
standing amazed that the things we are experiencing are not after all tucked
away behind a cæsura in a safely sequestered past, but still possible.