The calendar says December 31st. The eve of a new reverie, the beginning and the end of the next and last dream we perceive through our eyes which are the windows to the galaxies and the universe and the black hole pupil at the center pulling everything which is nothing into nothingness and making it real and alive and transcending who we think we are into everything we thought to be, manifesting the love we share as human beings when we allow these vessels to do their thing and experience the oneness that we so desperately need to achieve, so even if there are numbers on a page that make you say that this year I will find my way, rejoice, because you already have today and not tomorrow, because the past and that day do not exist but only on a page