Monday, January 4, 2010
The ancients believed that we come into the world with a finite number of breaths. And so to some extent we do, just not in the preordained way they thought. As I watch my exhalations take wing in the chilly morning air I remember that each one could at any moment be my last. Some people think I am morbid but I think it's stranger still to ignore the transitory nature of your existence. There is great beauty in impermanence, and once you accept that you are free.
Posted by Tai at 6:30 PM