An Instant (n.) is an incision made in time that does not bleed.
An Instant (n.) is the event in which, in the play of being enacted without players, players arise.
An Instant (n.) in Plato's Parmenides is this strange sort of nature between motion and rest, in which the One must not be at any time.
An Instant (n.) has its very presence in its vanishing — the condition of a contact with being that is no habit, inherited from no past.
An Instant (n.) results when time is chopped up and confused with the being that lasts in it — instants going by as though they were things.
An Instant (n.) is not a lump of time but an event: the moment in which an existent seizes mastery over being as a subject over its attribute.
An Instant (n.) is scorned by modern philosophy as a mere limit between two times — because philosophy has always understood the instant by starting with time, never giving it a dialectic of its own.
An Instant (n.) is like a breathlessness, a panting, an effort to be: pure beginning, invaded by an instantaneous maturity, caught in its own game.
The Instant (n.) to come — the 'next instant' — is the annulment of the unimpeachable commitment made in this one: the resurrection of the I, its death in the empty interval the condition of a new birth.