Somebody once said that beauty is the passport to success, but it's not a passport. It's a visa and it expires.

I'm the rose within the concrete that simulates the struggle, yet the blossom reveals defeat.

The past and the future are tools of the ego that render us finite. Without our judgments about the past (memories) and without our judgments about the future (expectations), there is only the Here and Now, the eternal present, the timeless time of the Oneness.

Yesterday I was, tomorrow I will be, but only Here and Now I Am.

Once you do something, you never forget. Even if you can't remember.

Ex hoc momento pendet aeternitas.
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