'Who remembers your first breath! Your first step! All recollections of a 'child's birth are within Its void! To Be or Not To Be... Am 'I', Being dead in its poetic theme.'
'Under a rock barried Its secret, A secret unknown to 'the' world, Where clouds are dancing sounds of its cricket, Through the silent melody of Its infinite sky.' ~
...time flies... Good news, you are the pilot! Better news, time is a formed concept. Epic news, within Pure Consciousness, The pilot's character melts, In Its formless eternal...flying!