In the labyrinth of temporality, we find ourselves ensnared, weaving the intricate tapestries of past, present, and future. Yet, dear wanderer, listen to the silence — it speaks volumes about the unsung songs of existence.
These songs, cacophonous in nature, are melodies forgotten by memory, yet vibrant in their unvoiced symphonies. They hum the truths of an ever-illusive time, teaching us not through words, but through their harmonious disarray.
To understand time, one must dissect the moments — not with tools, but with the understanding that every second is a creation, a verse in the greater poem of being. The past writes, the present enacts, and the future awaits — all in a dance with no beginning and no end.
Embrace the beyond, question the real, and contemplate the nothingness. In doing so, you align with the unsung harmonies of the universe.