Sooner or later, even wonder starts to fade.  Subtler and subtler things get, edging their way back to the hallowed state of “normal”.  For as beautiful as the state of wonderment is, contained within, there may still be an element of story-telling, of becoming, of holding, of measuring. But water is looking for water here, normal for normal, and everything else must finally go.  The whole saga will finally be seen as something that never happened.  The greatest insights into the immediacy and spontaneous self-sourcing nature of things, but a memory. Everything goes the way of memory, and the quiet normalcy of things remains, the undisturbed “busi-ness” of things goes on, as it was in the beginning.  The final truth?…there isn’t one.  Just left where you are, waiting at a traffic light, in a Toyota.


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