It is that it came to pass. One year is nothing in terms of long time, but it is something in terms of spacial clustering of thoughts and memories. I was on the stage for Black Box understanding ever more the corrupt details that the ‘passage of time’ exhibits on our streams of reality, and my thinking was a simply following: It was that what my experience was was a memory. Something I was re-living for the first time again. Ha! I love the way words can work meanings of multiple texture. Anyhow, it came and went as it has become expected that such an event would come and go.
Here now as the Earth begins to rust – I begin to trust that there are no directions taken that lead out of here.
Here now as the paths I could have taken are tree strewn and boulder toppled – I grow fond of the certainty of the circle.
Here now I am grateful for the humility which has bore deeply inward and painfully so – and I’m happy to have had my mind forged as it has been for I am happier still with who I am becoming.
I am only a memory of myself and any person I will become will only become the same person as was that coming before himself.