There is a profound lesson in the reality of death and our accursed capacity to forget.
We are all in the process of escaping ourselves, bargaining with ourselves, looking outside ourselves, growing despite ourselves, dying to others, dying to ourselves, and dying..
Our greatest joys are not in a frozen moment but in transformation.
In truth, we find joy in gradually, painfully, getting over ourselves.
We are taught to make as much of ourselves as we can.
Matter lives and dies countless times but restlessly reincarnates through the food chain without complaint, a picture of unconditional love.
This forgetting is a kind of forgiveness, perhaps the most perfect of all.
Save for the great library in the heart of every cell and the words of bards and poets mingled and confused in the glare of history, very little remains to testify of all that was.
It is the inevitable course of nature.
Leaving the past behind isn\'t simply a strategy for coping with life.
There is a profound lesson in the reality of death and our accursed capacity to forget
