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Come listen to the ego contemplate its own transience. Any belief an event or feeling may ‘last forever’ is now uncreated, brought into the present, and driven into the junkyard in a gentle, light hearted way. I now grab my glasses from the console; smile, close the door and walk away. It is done. No trip lasts forever – it’s the unleashed ego that buys into that slot machine. It happens to the best of us, we get lost in the map of time. But in the end, we stumble across a Waffle house bathroom we put graffiti on, or some rocks we stacked on the side of the road as a reminder for ourselves. We end up back home because the present isn’t going anywhere – whether we like it or not, there’s always a sign.