For a brief instance this life, this time on Earth, then it passes. We are born into an established pattern of kingdoms, countries, cities, customs, we live either within these or carving our own spaces in these broader structures, and then we pass. Earth goes on. The cities too keep going on, and countries too for a while, for a few hundred or thousand years, then it too passes. Like sand dunes, forming, reforming this backdrop of life.
Where do we sit? At this wonder at this fleeting period. As Fry says, everything is alive with a fire. That we are here is wondrous. That the world is what it is, it is. That we are given instances to keep beginning ourselves again and again. That in outward circles from self, we try to make sense of the world and per our capacity and understanding, help it along a bit. The world will carry on inspite of us, it lives its own life, of which we are like an individual cell to human body. So as well, while we are here, smile, love, laugh, spread good cheer...
It all passes fairly quickly. This brief candle...
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