This is the end of the road. You realize the purpose of being a road. Everything for you loses its direction; you realize you’re not even a direction. Everything for you starts melting, hardening and blowing at the same time. A moment becomes a fold of time which is your restriction. You toss as a fish who doesn’t realize its breathing. The condition of BEING! You let the loss of your memory become perceptible for you, forgetting your senses. The world you were born in is now collapsing and being born at the same time. You discover the undiscoverable!