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I was reading this buddhist guy yesterday and, you know, emptiness, non-attachment, blah, blah. But impermanence. Saying how we suffer so from the effects of it. We want things to stay the way they are, want not to lose what we’ve got, on and on. Tremendous suffering from this misunderstanding of the impermanence of everything. But he points out, without this condition of impermanence, your child will never grow up. Or the seedling will never become the plant, which will never fruit, so you can’t eat of it. 
We should be glad for it. Make a place at our table for it.
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I am struck dumb with simple gratitude. Like old Lester Burnham when he was lying there bleeding out on the kitchen table.

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It’s hard to remember how good we have it nearly all the time.
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Namaste. 
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