To be who I am—to breathe from my heels, as Taoist master Chuang Tzu specified—it will be immediately helpful to relinquish past and future. Why? There’s no breath there. No rhythm.
We do not know what needs to be known by remembering it. The truth is astonishing, spontaneous and unrepeatable.
Memories are fine but they have no heartbeat.
It is better to contradict oneself than to repeat oneself.
Beyond a certain age, we lose our capacity for surprise. We use a one-holed flute to play the same old themes. We polish our opinions as a dog licks his testicles.
Whitman: “Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself.”