The only security is creation. Rivers run dry, factories close, loved ones die, nations collapse - and yet there is no ruin. The fertility of life itself remains undimmed by loss. The ashes of the forest fire are the bed of new life, the hollowed storefront becomes a coffee house, the widower finds love in the spinster's arms.
Creation is life's only constant. And yet we live every moment at the edge of the universe, straining to see through the opaque future. The darkness there is as absolute as black water, offering you its faceted reflection, yet moving away from you with every step. Seek another current. The current of creation runs through you, for you are life's tributary. The security lies in your creation. That is the force that moves. The creation is the present and future.
You may curse uncertainty in the fallow field of despair. Where are the landmarks and road signs? How wide is this ocean? And yet if all were known, what would there be to make? It is to that great Unknown that you offer the fruits of your creation. The future is not unknown and unfriendly, it is open and limitless. It is the perfect receptacle for whatever you create. You offer and it receives, for there is always room for more.
No one wants to know how he will die any more than he want to be told how he will live. Weep for your loneliness, pull the shutters to the storm, rage against indifference, but when the clouds have dried, celebrate creation. Without darkness we would never discover light.
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"Difficult to see. Always in motion is the future."
Is this goddamned Star Wars? Are you sullying my blog with Yoda?
No matter. You alone mastered that voice among us, so you deserve to quote him liberally.
Good words.
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