Time and Space
I live therefore I think I am.
All my feelings can be arranged in order in which the subsequent includes memories of the precedent, but not vice versa.
This order of feelings I call Time.
Every item in it has this unlikeness which I can by memory range in a unique order.
But not my perceptions of things. These things have an order among themselves.
For I can experience a thing; then experience another thing; then return to the original thing and yet remember not only my experience of another thing, but my earlier experience of the original thing.
All these repetitions, these recurrences, I call Space.
And now I can distinguish more sharply between my own feelings which are always in Time in a unique order, and things which are ranged in Space in an order not unique but closed.
Every experience contains a feeling, a newness, a knowledge that Time had moved on.
Every experience contains a thing, an oldness, a knowledge that I had met this before.
Every experience contains subject and object, time and space ...
Not happenings in Time and Space, but the time and space in happenings.