and rightdoing there is a field.
I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.”
Looking closely, I suppose there is a last time for everything as well. Each unique moment arises and passes away within the flow of eternity quite distinctly, so quickly that we can't actually grasp it at all no matter how hard we try.
I came to a point last week where I realized there was much more to say about the notion that there is really Nothing Special, that each moment of experience is No Big Deal. There was no way that I could keep the post at a reasonable length. (Some of my friends have already complained that they are too darn long) At that point, I scrolled up to the title window and typed a colon and P-a-r-t O-n-e. When I hit publish, I knew my goose was cooked.