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I don't know what I expected. Reaching the end of such a project is never as exciting as one imagines. By the time I get to the end of something, I'm usually already on to the next thing. I'm dreaming of Shikoku as I walk in to Kyoto.
I think we've been spoiled by the movies. The plot wraps up, the music rises, the curtain falls, and that's that. It's all over. But life goes on, doesn't it? Does anybody really live happily ever after? Doesn't Dorothy go back to Oz again and again?
Listen: life is not a line, it's a series of cycles. We spiral upward as we grow older, but if looked at from above, we just appear to be going in circles, passing the same points over and over. They just look like different points from our limited perspective. There are no beginnings, no endings. Just points of transit. The journey is the destination. Blah, blah, blah.
It ain't over 'til you're dead. And maybe not then.
Posted October 3, 2019
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