For it is a land of illusion, a place in the mind, a shimmering mirage of riches and mystery and death. These illusions have distorted its landscape and contorted its history.

Time is an illusion that arises from the educated perception of human senses and mind to the changes that happened. Stop the changes, or terminate the educated perception, then time will cease to exist.

All problems are illusions of the mind.

This has been a mystery for a thousand years. Nobody knew what they looked like in the wild. We only saw them dead. These images will open the door to more detailed study of their life.

This has been a mystery for a thousand years,

For surely as each November has its April, mysteries only are significant; and one mystery-of-mysteries creates them all:

nothing false and possible is love
(who's imagined,therefore limitless)
love's to giving as to keeping's give;
as yes is to if,love is to yes