We are too late. The power of now is too late. Life comes first. Everything is. Then, we arrive. Supposedly, we are next. Everything exists without us. Our choices are already made once we know they are made. Once we are too late, we are. We see us. Here it is. Here we are. It's already done. It’s too late. You don’t need to worry because you have no control. Relax. You can’t be on time. Time is gone. Now is never. You can’t get it right. It’s already made. We are. We know that we are and that moment is gone. There is no now for us now, nor ever. It’s too late. We are too late. Power, yes, our power, okay. It’s magical. But the power of now is too late. We are. It’s done.