One last hoorah, one last dance. How will it go? Who knows? I’m not there yet.
People of wisdom (Socrates, Seneca, Epictetus, Epicurus, etc.) have always said to contemplate death but also that death is an illusion. Energy cannot be created nor destroyed, only transferred and so if we are energy that means we don;t die but transform to something else.
Progress, not perfection. A perfect method. Perfection is only something partially achieved by the average consciousness. The closest is efficiency and effectiveness but even those are a long shot from perfection. Progress is the only thing we have to move toward it but anything we create will never reach it. Sure, we can probably imagine perfection but with so many conceptions it’s impossible to imagine a universal symbol of perfection.
Progress is the only thing we as humans can move with, the vehicle of improvement, the measuring of our potential and perhaps the one perfect thing in a perfectly imperfect design.
Life is counter-intuitive and paradoxes hold the keys to the nature of reality, they are not mistakes, simply the indicator of the grand design at large.
Alright, that’s my spiel. Til next week. . .