Come on. Make it happen. Proceed, grow, develop, evolve. I look up and see the clouds fly by. They race onward with insane velocities. It’s crazy come to think of it. Nothing ever stops. Neither should you. That’s what you hear every second of every day. But does it really have to be true. Isn’t it just like that because it has always been like that. Because no one knows how to challenge it anymore? Isn’t it so that all things are exactly the same? Made from the same materials bound by the same dark matters? So wouldn’t it be more true to say that in fact nothing changes? Ever. Aren’t all our efforts and all the manifestations simply superficial. When everything comes to a shrieking halt and we squeeze ourselves out of the pace. And we interlock with the violent modulation of what we call ‘now’. Isn’t that were we feel best? Isn’t that when we feel at our very best? Isn’t that how we succeed in feeling beyond our feelings? Whence came to life this contrast between the world an