Man is forever preoccupied, never ceasing to rest a moment. He is an achiever, and expends vast amounts of energies accumulating material, knowledge, and wealth.

By never ceasing, always moving forward to the future, or reminiscing the past, he loses more than he gains. He is gridlocked in a state of ‘not having enough’. The great beauty, melancholy and expanse of the moment is blind to him, because he is blind to it.

Once one becomes still, he realises there is nowhere be, but the silence within. There is nothing to grab, but the force of the present. In such a state, all thoughts and accumulations melt through sheer intensity of life. We become one with moment, with life. We become the moment itself.