Here, the now is always changing... Changing always into itself. The new face of now is still itself and itself is still now. The now is a forever genre of emptiness containing everything that is, even everything that ever was. At every moment, you stand on alien ground, presented ceaselessly the opportunity to become new with it. Stop dragging the shackles of what was, forward with you. Too long they have sounded their iron clang across your years. You are blameless, as everything is blameless. Let it go, for those who deliver themselves the life sentence of injustice sleep pressed up against the coarse and bitter bars of their own self constructed jail cells. While all the universe is yelling, let forgiveness be your key.