From particles we are gathered together,
And
To particles we return.
One is all; all is one.
It's the circle of life.
So,
Surely we can feed ourselves
Through this loop…
Right?
Right.
What about the dead?
Might we feed them too?
The dead decay into the soil
Ready to be consumed
By the living.
Let not their offering be in vein.
Absorb their nutrients…
Metabolize them…
Fertilize them…
Then
We might find we
Can give life to the dead.
So then
They might find
They have strength to depart.
Le mucche sembrano strane.
Sono è nascite solo per essere cibo
Dal umano.
Ma non questa mucca.
Quest’una è importantissima.
Giusto perché
È viva.
In una statua di plastica
Il secreto dorma.
Mentre l’orologio guarda,
Il cerchio resta all'interno.
Why is it easier to learn bad on accident?
Why is it so hard to unlearn bad?
Well...
Perhaps it's that we can see the long road ahead,
Or perhaps it's that we can't see ahead after all.
But...
We can see behind us,
And
It's probably a longer path behind us,
So more to see and get out.
Yeah maybe.
Lab.
The practice arena.
A training ground.
A controlled space where the rules are plain.
Touchpoint.
Involved, but not always significant.
The slope forms.
Finish line.
A goal is set.
It's not about reaching the line.
It's the intent to try that marks this presence.
Bond.
Forged through chemicals.
Sometimes forgotten.
Always in effect.
Have you ever been shocked by a cat?
You go to caress the soft fur when suddenly
The experience turns painful.
Have you ever learned from a cat?
They will not come by prompting.
It must be their own decision.
But also
That just means the work morphs
From patience to maintenance.
Their attention is not free
To choose
Out of convenience.
So work every
Day
To earn their presence.
<The simple answer is yes, but the truth is more complicated.>
I understand firsthand now what you meant then.
Have you ever felt like glass?
What kind?
<What're my options?>
Float,
Tinted,
Reflective,
Coated,
Mirror,
Laminated,
Tempered,
Insulated,
Textured,
Acid-etched,
Stained,
Smart,
Anti-glare,
Anti-reflective,
Borosilicate,
Choose.
I wish I could predict how the winds will blow.
I wish It was okay to sink the eggs into one basket.
But it’s not.
I wish I could protect you without fail.
I wish I could count on the best happening.
But I have no way to do that.
How do I know the worth?
How will I know the level is met?
Surpassed?
What more than time can show for it?
That worth is placed correctly in the dark.
What is enough?
Is it enough to love,
To work hard,
To give it all?
What is worthy?
Is it worthy to feel fulfilled,
To feel free,
To feel happy?
When is enough?
When is return diminished,
Too much effort for the payout,
Too much sacrifice for the promise?
Who's to say when the line is?
Who's to say where the bar is sits?
Basta così.
