There Is Not Past, No Future; Everything

Mistakes Are The Portals Of Discovery.

Time Is, Time Was, But Time Shall Be No More.

There Is Not Past, No Future; Everything Flows In An Eternal Present.

The Artist, Like The God Of The Creation, Remains Within Or Behind Or Beyond Or Above His Handiwork, Invisible, Refined Out Of Existence, Indifferent, Paring His Fingernails.

Tenors Get Women By The Score.