As I close my eyes and dissolve into the space, I feel myself flowing in the sea of time. The candle light burns away, illuminating the air; I can see my past on fire. Does fire means destruction? Is an end definitely the end? Or is it a beginning? Each day of our lives we face new light, excitement and emotions. At the end of the day all had became yesterday, and yesterday gradually became non-existent. As I flow in circles, in this continuous endless cycle, what can I do? Except to continue each day searching for new meaning, new logic and new memories..