
It is not the passage of time but in the passage of NOW.
It is not the Daemon’s “Why?” but the Observer’s Koan “Who Am I?”
It is not in your lover’s arms but in your mind’s embrace

It is not the passage of time but in the passage of NOW.
It is not the Daemon’s “Why?” but the Observer’s Koan “Who Am I?”
It is not in your lover’s arms but in your mind’s embrace