Crossword-Solution: PRESENTNESS
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| Word | Word Type | Definition |
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| Presentness | n. | The quality or state of being present; presence. |
We have 1 clue for the answer “PRESENTNESS”
| Clue | Answers |
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| the state of being present | 1 answer |
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Hint 1 meaning
To cause to flow in a stream, as a liquid or anything
flowing like a liquid, either out of a vessel or into it; as, to pour
water from a pail; to pour wine into a decanter; to pour oil upon the
waters; to pour out sand or dust.
Hint 2 anagram
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Sentences with PRESENTNESS (5)
That revelry and that debauchery, which are so often fatal to the powers of intellect, would probably have been serviceable to him; they would have given him a closer communion with realities, they would have induced a greater presentness to present objects.
The great closing paragraphs of the chapter (verses 19-39) are one long application of this sublime finality of the one Offering and this presentness of our complete acceptance.
The assumption of the finiteness of the series of causes and effects, and accordingly of a first beginning, appears nowhere in this as necessary, any more than the presentness of the present moment requires us to assume a beginning of time itself.
Drop the connotation of "something past," "something present," "something future." You have pastness, presentness, and futureness.
Time does not seem to me to be a name (as the author says) for the pastness, the presentness, and the futureness of our successive feelings.
Quotes with PRESENTNESS (2)
How long your closet held a whiff of you, Long after hangers hung austere and bare. I would walk in and suddenly the true Sharp sweet sweat scent controlled the air And life was in that small still living breath. Where are you? since so much of you is here, Your unique odour quite ignoring death. My hands reach out to touch, to hold what's dear And vital in my longing empty arms. But other clothes fill up the space, your space, And scent on scent send out strange false alarms…
We lack trust in the present, this moment, this actual seeing, because our culture tells us to trust only the reported back, the publicly framed, the edited, the thing set in the clearly artistic or the clearly scientific angle of perspective. One of the deepest lessons we have to learn is that nature, of its nature, resists this. It waits to be seen otherwise, in its individual presentness and from our individual presentness.