I was watching the ocean as the sun went down yesterday and I was struck by the unrepeatable elements of our world. Every sunset, every wave crashing on the shore, each of them is distinct; they happen only once and then they are gone forever. In the same way, our experience on this planet is infinitely unique. Each of us find ourselves passing through these seas of time without any way back, crashing on these final shores only once. Like a butterfly landing on your open hand, the moment flies away when you try to catch it with a fist. Time lurches forward. Moment after moment passes; wave after wave washes over us, until even life itself departs from our bodies. We want to stop the clock, to hold on to the moment. Yes, the joys that we experience in the present are beautiful and certainly worth holding onto. But if recording is the art of forgetting, then maybe the art of life is found in your present attention to the moment. Maybe you and I are the painting, the poem, the tape machine. -Jon Foreman
Posted on: Fri, 05 Dec 2014 06:16:56 +0000
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