The deeper our immersion in the Now is, the more wraith-like our past.
Self-improvement is fine but it’s froth on the coffee. The essential thing is to take no direction, have no strategy, be guided from within.
Let us view the span of our years through the lens of time-lapse photography—and in that corybantic kinesis, in the sudden rising and falling of things, have it made plain: No-thing lasts.
Every day millions upon millions of lives blink into and out of existence. These blinks are momentary. They are ephemeral, weightless, too fleeting to bear the weight of a past and a future.
We are fascinated by bodies, mesmerized by them.
Life snaps its fingers.
The spell breaks.