My chest hurts like an ancient dagger got stuck in it like I’m the final boss in a video game and the playable character can’t kill me and the playable character can’t believe I still have more stages of life to fight and I switch to a new and more powerful form every time the playable character thinks I’m finally dying. I am not sure if I am in my... See more
"For me, that’s pretty much it: waking up and being excited and curiously restless to face the day ahead, and being very present with that day, and then going to bed feeling like it actually happened, that the day was lived. There’s nothing more than that, really."
You have an idea that exists in the upper atmosphere as a vague, enormous, shapeless thing. Previously, to bring that idea to earth, you needed ten thousand hours of skill to build a vessel capable of containing it. Now you need a prompt. Now you need vision and belief and the cognitive architecture to HOLD the idea long enough to aim it.
The poet Alison Hawthorne Deming wrote: “In ecology, the term edge effect refers to a place where a habitat is changing — where a marsh turns into a pond or a forest turns into a field. These places tend to be rich in life forms and survival strategies.”
Our crossing is a brief one, best spent bearing witness to all that we see: honoring what we find noble, tending what we know needs our care, recognizing that we are inseparably connected to all of it, including what is not yet upon us, including what is already gone. We are here to keep watch, not to keep.