—–We were driving deep into life then, down those roads in Vermont. Now, do I feel I have arrived on a promentory, overlooking a land I have travelled?
—–He was far into a certain line of thought when he realized that it was not applicable to the world around him at all. He realized he was studying a matter that was out of bounds–from the point of view of anyone else whom, frankly, he could now summon to mind. So, he was not in the past, it was not memory, but a state of mind that apprehends an unknown future.