There is no step along the road that anyone takes but by chance. It has already been taken by him, although he has not yet embarked on it. For time but seems to go in one direction. We but undertake a journey that is over. Yet it seems to have a future still unknown to us.
Time is trick, a sleight of hand, a vast illusion in which figures come and go as if by magic.
The moment we realize that creation is a circular motion of action, then that very recognition makes us step out of the treadmill. We become free of time and repetition. This freedom helps us see the timeless essence, where every moment is fresh and new. There is no repetition, nor anything old. When we suddenly see all this clearly, the circular motion called TIME, then we wake up.