Tuesday, 24 December 2019
quiet even on this shore
In my best moments I think "Life has passed me by" and I am content.
Walking seems to cover time and space but in reality we are always just where we started. I walk but in reality I am hand in hand with contentment on my own doorstep.
The ocean is deathless
The islands rise and die
Quietly come, quietly go
A silent swaying breath
I wish the idea of time would drain out of my cells and leave me quiet even on this shore.
Agnes Martin
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Sunday, 1 December 2019
fragile
The
sense of my own irreplaceable life, then, is inseparable from my sense
that it will end. When I return to the same landscape every summer, part
of what makes it so poignant is that I may never see it again.
Moreover, I care for the preservation of the landscape because I am
aware that even the duration of the natural environment is not
guaranteed. Likewise, my devotion to the ones I love is inseparable from
the sense that they cannot be taken for granted. My time with family
and friends is precious because we have to make the most of it. Our time
together is illuminated by the sense that it will not last forever and
we need to take care of one another because our lives are fragile.
The sense of finitude—the sense of the ultimate fragility of everything we care about—is at the heart of what I call secular faith. To have secular faith is to be devoted to a life that will end, to be dedicated to projects that can fail or break down.
Martin Hägglund - This Life
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