According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to geht its fat lillte body off the ground. The bee, of cause, flies anyway. Because bees don't care what humans think is impossible.
Past and future are myths. The past is just the present that has died and the future will never exists anyway, because by the time we get to it the future will have turned into the present. The present is all there is. The ever-moving, ever-changing present. And the present is fickle. It can only be caught by letting go.
