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By Jonathan Kaplan, Ph.D.Oh, present moment! Why do you forsake me? The time is not now, but rather tomorrow or yesterday. I must wait anxiously for the momentous event to come, or regret the passing of what promised to be the most special time of my life this year. The advertisement promises redemption, catharsis, and entertainment--the likes of which I have not experienced before. Yet, I am condemned to wait. Wait until your beloved promise of fulfillment arrives. Oh, what to do? To breathe--perchance to be.


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