What is this muse, this thing called time, space, and self? Is it you, is it me? Ever rolling , ever flowing on this celestial orb, the orb called home. Fellow sojourner it is much more, much more. We think we know, yet the universe shows, how perfect the motion, the life, the journey. A journey to lands unexplored. Lands we must have known. Through yearning heart and eager mind, we are shown the way to new existence. Even now. So let go of time, space, and self...and float. Carried away, cradled in the arms of The One from whence we came. To come back home, never to leave again.