There is a place where time stands still. . . illuminated by only the most feeble red light, for light is diminished to almost nothing at the center of time, its vibrations slowed to echoes in vast canyons, its intensity reduced to the faint glow of fireflies.
Sometimes mistakes are the best thing that can happen, because they might lift you. . . out of your complacency, and open your mind up to a whole other area that you wouldn't have gone to intentionally.