A question emerges from the abyss of a dark mind, fear, hope, wonder, of divine’s intervention. When is the right time… to act, to speak, or to turn the other cheek? Which track am I on and did I go wrong? I hear that sound of a beautiful song, ringing in my ears as I wallow in this pain of wonder, of uncertainty, of a darkness that seems like eternity… I see the light, or maybe it is I, but it moves at the speed of something like time, so variable, so subtle, so simple, and so utterly inconceivable. I wonder If I deserve this, or if this is simply an instance of fleeting impermanence…
