To forget and become blind, becoming lost in the minutiae of time.

Let us look back, once more, and rewind – but what for?

What is it we hope to find this time, a transformational revelation?

An insight that transcends the temporal and guides, like the North Star, but in the realm of the eternal – were ever such a flash of clarity to strike across our soul, would the onus not still be on us to transform our lives?

Does the guiding direction of a compass eliminate the arduousness of the journey?

Is it not still our bones, muscles, sinews, and resolve that must work in coordination with principles above to propel us toward its designated destination?