Impermanence. Samsara. I don't understand it.
I know that nothing lasts forever; not peace, not hope, not even love, or so it would seem. I know that nothing golden can stay. There are days I feel I know it more than anyone. But I know this too; that amid darkness there is light, amid weeping there is joy, and that sorrow isn't permanent either. I know that the night lasts no longer than the day, the winter no longer than the summer. Grief is Grief, and Joy is Joy, and what lies between makes us Human.
October 11, 2005
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