Every curious man dreams of a mentor who can explain things the way he can comprehend. Yet when he finds him, he realizes that the guru is interested in teaching him what he does not want to learn: A living can only be dead till it realizes it, and a portal that can power itself, will take that wayfarer wherever it goes, but will also keep its size. The destination would feel too big or too small as a reality, unless its course stays in the same frequency.
Withal the timely knowledge which makes humanity omniscient about nothing; we are now more certain than our predecessors that comparing apples to oranges is unfruitful, and the pursuit of happiness within may be the noblest journey for humanity as the gargantuous knowledge of eternity can only be fruitful to a generation which is born from an ego already at peace with its alter ego.
Since the loved ones getting hurt by its truth is our worst fear, and evil comes naturally to any soul who cannot get used to rising by uplifting others when walking in darkness; the most truthful person would have to believe that love is the force which makes happy without understanding, and that he cannot trust he who assumes sorrow behind a smile, anger within love, and reason in silence.
Perhaps to make time stand still, a true artist would have to be first anachronistic, then confess to follow no one, and lead nowhere. Like a magician who believes that no other casts a spell better than he does; he should demonstrate both decadence and indulgence simultaneously in the precious moment, which may be his only chance of capturing a shadow of the divine perfection.