in the bardo of this moment. i don't know when i learned the term bardo, but i learned it long ago, and i learned that it was a space between lives, and i always thought of brigitte bardot, how i would like to be in a bardo with brigitte, blissfully floating between lives. i also think of one humiliating experience with n.bardawil, but that is a different thing that suggests bardo can be a little hell i just can't forget. like the moment the girl smacked my glasses off in the street after threatening me with her car and me kicking her white vehicle. oh the bardos you return to unbidden! but what i'm reading now in IN LOVE WITH THE WORLD is that

bardo can be understood to mean "this very moment." the nowness of this moment is the continual suspension (or pause) in-between our transitory experiences, both temporal and spatial, such as the tiny halt that exists between this breath and the next. the interval can also be experienced as the in-between of two objects: the gap between two trees or two cars- the space that provides definition; or we can understand this interval as the emptiness that allows us to see form. actually, everything is in-between. however miniscule the interval might be, it always exists, and it is always bracketed. everything in the world system exists in-between something else.