Shadows scurried along to their source as the sun rose higher in the sky. I began to think of this odd group of misfits. Men in the desert speaking of collapse, their combative nature, their lessons, vulnerability. It felt like a rare moment, silent stars and brilliant revelations, where the road hummed a melody only audible on this lonely desert road. Many lessons offered much to let incubate. Much left to surrender.
Memento Mori
“They lose the day in expectation of the night, and the night in fear of the dawn.”
-Seneca
I had a pretty profound dream a couple days ago. I saw millions of faceless forms and hands in the sky grabbing for a chance to be alive here on earth. I stood there breathless in awe. In that dream I meditated the rarity and immensity which is this momentary blip of consciousness we experience as life. I woke up smiling. I smiled in gratitude of this tremendous blessing and the inconceivable chance it is to be alive. I suppose if I had to impart some wisdom from this monumental dream. It would be... Seize the damn day, because the sun also sets.