We clear the mind of memories when we lose interest in what we are remembering. This happens naturally, without intention or effort, and hastens as regret and anticipation slink away without saying goodbye.
The world is temporal, meaning time-bound and finite. It came from nothing and is now in the process of returning to nothing. To paraphrase the timeless Stephen Hawking, ‘Why bother?’ Spare a thought for cosmologists! Still looking for a cause. Still not finding one.
We suffer because of the stories we tell ourselves. No story, no problem.
“There was nothing attractive about him, nothing that would draw us to him.” The truly exceptional man requires a second look. The word “respect” is derived from the Latin for look again. He doesn’t want anything from you. He has no intention, no agenda.
My aim right now is to have no aim. To be aimless.