The whole difference between construction and creation is exactly
this: that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed; but a
thing created is loved before it exists. [Charles Dickens]
It’s kind of funny how Dickens says this. I often think about this same thing without having words for it. When I write. When I make art. When I am BEing of Service in the World in any way.
Never underestimate
the capacity of another human being to have exactly the same shortcomings you
have. [Leigh Steinberg]
This is a remarkable insight. At least I BElieve it to BE
so. I so often catch myself imagining details of another’s Life or what have
you, NEVER EVER ONCE considering that another human can BE so much like I am.
This has been especially true as I reconstruct my Life here.
Today, my Notes From the Universe Perpetual Flip
Calendar has this thought I am pondering:
Exactly where you’ve
been has made possible exactly who you are…
I pretty much know this to BE true, but I don’t always live
as if I know it. In fact, I am given to flights of fancy that pretty much
rewrite Life in a script I find more palatable. Nicer. Simpler.
Still, it had to BE, all that has been…
I love you, Currie
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