"I was standing in fron of a mirror and I looked inside. Who is it that I saw? Who do I see? Did I miss a k here? Who do I seek? Who is it that I am seeking, while writing these lines? It is a moment, is it not? The moment is consciousness, is what I heard in a documentary about Yoga quite recently. There is no such thing as the moment, there is only consciousness. My heart is about to explode. I feel something is happening and I have told my self this so often that I can hardly believe it anymore. I can hardly believe it means that nothing like what is about to happen in my life has ever happened to me. Something is about to come to an end. Something is about to reveal itself, I can feel it. Do you call this now a moment? You are reading one moment in my life. This moment is stretching itself into unbearabliness. From the moment I woke up yesterday to this point of the moment right now. To me there is no such thing as a moment, in the sense that one moment comes and another one comes and another one comes and so on and so forth. To me a moment is something that stretches itself out and at times may shrink itself down. Therefore I probably must agree that a moment does not exist. A moment is a recollection of smaller moments. Time does not exist in the sense that we have been told that it exists. Wouldn't you call that magic?" This part has been taken from within the book. Let me be honest, which I am, and tell you something. There is nothing I can say at this point that will make this book more appealable to you. I am me and if you think that there is something to find here, then do not hesitate to take a leap of faith. Saying it as the author of the book may bring me some money. Saying it as you, the one with the money, may bring you some experiences and ideas that you had not previously have. Can you say it like this? Sounds odd.