“The seasons are doors. The seasons are windows, opening and shutting one after another,” Vano says. “There is a truth unique to spring, unique to winter, to fall, to summer. No act of spring can occur in fall. Winter is for dying, descending, hiding, forgetting. For being emptied of all we have, in preparation for receiving something new. The ages are this way as well. Only the occurrences of this time are permitted to occur. The events of tomorrow are never early. Nothing comes to pass late.”
