Myriad of the present moments

This present is sometimes a luminous spectrum of colors; at times a delirium risen from secure inmost layers of dwelling, and often a cell which repeats itself forever, and beyond all that with a revolutionary movement, it accelerates towards nothingness. In the meantime, a dream is an enigmatic potion, a sip of which could allow one to savor the delight of the absolute being. The charm of pure now.