It is the not-yet in the now, The taste of fruit that does not-yet exist Hanging the blossom on the bough. — Laurens Van Der Post

There is a way in which the collective knowledge of mankind expresses itself, for the finite individual, through mere daily living: a way in which life itself is sheer knowing.

Life is its own journey, presupposes its own change and movement, and one tries to arrest them at one's eternal peril.