If only one could afford to be present in the moment without wasting time in yesterdays or tomorrows, the brevity of human existence would have been a never-ending journey in a starship heading towards the deepest abyss of our eternal souls in pursuit of self knowledge.
And as such, if these writings were to express a common denominator, it’d be the search for self from a man who wanted to know something in hopes of becoming ‘‘ the man of mankind‘‘
Terence F.