…our human tragedy is that we are
unable to comprehend our experience, it slips through our fingers, we can’t
hold on to it, and the more time passes, the harder it gets…. My father said that the natural world gave us explanations to compensate
for the meanings we could not grasp. The slant of the cold sunlight on a winter
pine, the music of water, an oar cutting the lake and the flight of birds, the
mountains’ nobility, the silence of the silence. We are given life but must
accept that it is unattainable and rejoice in what can be held in the eye, the
memory, the mind.
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