When we're occupied with then, we are preoccupied with other thoughts. There is no room for fresh or new conceivability of that which wasn't there before. The past echoes and reverberates and sending vibrations throughout each limb, into each space and vessel and carries through to our brain and weakens us because of the accusations railed against, because of things we've chosen years before. There is no room for a fresh view. There is no room for a new you