In our daily lives, we move within a conceptual world where time appears like a rigid container. We treat it as something to be spent, saved or lost. It structures our days and orders our lives—giving rise to an illusion of a solid past we carry and a solid future we anticipate or fear.

Yet when seen in the light of Dhamma (nature), this structure begins to soften.

Time is not a container in which life unfolds. It is a name we carelessly give to the ceaseless law of Anicca (impermanence).

I was recommended to Clove and Clive, the former name for WISE, in 2012. At the time, I was going through anxiety that eventually led to a panic attack, and gradually, depression. What made it harder was that there was no apparent cause.