how many times have you asked yourself is this me?
wandering in my own consciousnessthat only exists in the tiny area of space. the madness of this material world and the disappearing reminder to stay true to myself.
In the manner of a wheat seedling thrusting itself up on the earth, the world moved forward in time by adding cell after cell to its leading edge, piling moment on moment, and that to grasp the world even in its freshest, youngest moment provided no guarantee that y ou'll be able to grasp it again a moment later.