Imagine to Remember

⁣The alternation of the seasons, the slow melt of winter, the drama of spring with its rains and buds, its promise of blossoms, are full with metaphor. There is always in nature, something to be learned, it is divine poetry made manifest, couplets and verses written by the hand of God. And these same cycles, seasons, of birth, death, and rebirth, life after life, have been flowing long before I was here and when I go they will continue on without me. There is a strange comfort in this knowing, to see finally the impermanence of all things, the seeming smallness of my own existence. And yet my own life is of supreme importance, my soul has a contract to fulfill, everything I do has meaning and consequence, everything. My life is as consequential as a leaf on a tree or a grain of sand, and they are, despite what we’ve been told, very important. There is no contradiction here. To be human is to contend with dualities. My inability to accept the contradictory has long been the source of much dis-ease. I demanded answers that would satisfy my egoic needs, it was a need for control and hierarchical structures, answers that would make categories and lists of things that cannot be quantified, and my attempts to do so quite literally made me crazy. ⁣
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