What is our life but a dance
of transient forms? Isn’t
everything always changing?
Doesn’t everything we have
done in the past seem like a
dream now? The friends we
grew up with, the childhood
haunts, those views and
opinions we once held with
such single-minded passion:
We have left them all
behind. Now, at this moment,
reading this book seems
vividly real to you. Even
this page will soon be only
a memory.