There is only movement without sense of movement. We are like that painting of Washington crossing the Delaware and we are caught crossing never moving forward or backward, but only caught in the instant of the crossing hanging on this or that person's wall They are dragging the boat out of the water, dragging the boat forward now, lifting the front end so that you have to lean into the lift, so that you are aware of yourself as a weight to be balanced and there is the slow crunching of the wood against sand and stones on the beach.