--Archilochus of Paros
Look, Glaukos, how heavy seawaves leap skyward!
Over the Gyrai rocks
hangs a black cloud, a signal of winter storm.
From the unforeseen comes fear.
The time for completing circles are over, for there are no circles.
The time for connecting cycles are over, for there are no cycles.
The time for measuring space is over, for there is no space.
The time for defining time is over, for there is no time.
There is only the present.
There is only the here and now.
Everything else, an ever-spiralling illusion.