Very few things last forever. Forever used to mean a hundred or a thousand years—even the universe had a beginning and will have an end; today it could mean three, five years. One of the reasons things last so long (or so little) is the need for self-consistency. Consistency can be good when we are true to our best, but it can be a drag when we want to become better. I have to break now with over six years of ‘backward compatibility’, which means starting over. Elizabeth Bishop wrote:
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;The art of losing, the art of letting go, the art of dharma practice aren’t hard to understand, but one needs a life (or two) to master them. Starting over is the first step of the life to master. The text above was also the last post in my old blog. I will rescue some content from there that I still like (and tag it #recycled) abandoning the rest.
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
