Last night my son was talking to me about a philosphy book he’s reading by Deleuze. How every moment, every point in both time and space, is totally and entirely unique; never has been before, nor could be again.
The wonder of it. The wonder of the present.
And yet, simultaneously, I have the sense that ‘all time is eternally present” (TS Eliot). More koans.
I have had my debates about letting go and accepting or fighting. Today I was thinking, of course they cycle in and out. There is no final, right state. Why do I await/expect one? Things change.