matter or mind, reality has appeared to us as a perpetual becoming. it makes itself 
or it unmakes itself, but it is never something made. such is the intuition that we have
of mind when we draw aside the veil which is interposed between our consciousness
and ourselves.

consciousness sees clearly of the inner life what is already made
and only feels confusedly the making. thus, we pluck out of duration
those moments that interest us. these alone we retain.

but when, in speculating on the nature of the real, we go on regarding it as our practical
interest requires us to regard it, we become unable to perceive the true evolution, the 
radical becoming. of becoming we perceive only states, of duration only instants, and even when we speak of duration and of becoming, it is of another thing that we are thinking. 


henri bergson's creative evolution