What will you do when your 20s are over? They already are.
OK, then tell me what will you do
when your 30s are over? What about that?
Well, they say the 30s are the new 20s
And then? After that? When your 40s are…
Over? Why such a stubborn laserbeam pointed at a number? Why not ask, any given day:
What will you do when your life is over?
What do you mean, what will you do when you’re dead? You can’t do anything when you’re dead.
Fine, let’s change it to the moments immediately preceding death. Same question.
I’m not sure I get where you’re going with this. Are you saying that we should contemplate imminent death each moment? That’s crazy talk.
But isn’t it true that death is possible at any moment? The truth is what’s crazy; that’s why we go crazy trying to live by its merciless yet perfect and beautiful rules. That’s why religion, art, and all redeeming things were created.
(to be continued, god forbid?)
The uncommon birds of George Edwards, born today in 1694.
To exist = To be aware. Therefore, the quality of my existence (to me) is nothing more than the quality of my awareness. This operates moment to moment.
One way to think about meditating is dropping everything until only the breath is left…
It is as if we are wandering about a landscape littered with the pieces of many different jigsaw puzzles. Our task is to pick up as many pieces as seem possibly useful, limited in the end by how many we can recognise, and carry them to a place we don’t yet know, where we must construct a new jigsaw puzzle from what we have.
William Irwin Thompson via David Holmgren, Permaculture: Principles and Pathways Beyond Sustainability