We make our way between the dramatic and the subtle, between the horizon of our dreams and the particular shimmer of living them. We look and sometimes see, listen and sometimes hear. We sleep, dream, and bring something back into the world. Our charge is not to isolate and judge the parts we find, but to champion the Physics of the Whole.
We are not bereft when sleeping, we are en route. We are not untethered when dreaming but mining the core. We are not out of order when naming wonder where we find it, but breaking ground like a flower. Like sunlit threads in a spider’s web, we are lumens connecting everything. How does this happen? No one really knows. But our job as ethical beings has always been to outlast what gets in the way and to bring what is inner out.
And so, in the tumble of my days, I work not to be defined by the glare of the light or the veil of the dark but to be in conversation with the particulars that live beneath them, so I might wake in the aliveness that has no history.
Mark Nepo: The Endless Practice: Becoming Who You Were Born to Be