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The more I continue to live, the more I find myself glad that among my core convictions is the notion that nothing is sacred, everything is permitted.
On the face of it, you'd say: what the hell, Box, you hold some things sacred, right? And I do. Probably. But I think that what I do keep sacred is held also in the light that it is not guaranteed. The light that says "This too shall pass", the light that shines on my suffering and my bliss alike. The light that gave me comfort, that I could never screw things up so badly that I would leave the universe a wound and net negative by my continued existence. The light that says my continued existence is about as immediately relevant as a wave to the ocean, or a mote of helium in the consuming fire of a star.
Either way, the wave drops. Either way, the helium is fused.
It is a light, and a knowledge, and a relative certainty, that I am thus free to pursue whatever engages me.
On the face of it, you'd say: what the hell, Box, you hold some things sacred, right? And I do. Probably. But I think that what I do keep sacred is held also in the light that it is not guaranteed. The light that says "This too shall pass", the light that shines on my suffering and my bliss alike. The light that gave me comfort, that I could never screw things up so badly that I would leave the universe a wound and net negative by my continued existence. The light that says my continued existence is about as immediately relevant as a wave to the ocean, or a mote of helium in the consuming fire of a star.
Either way, the wave drops. Either way, the helium is fused.
It is a light, and a knowledge, and a relative certainty, that I am thus free to pursue whatever engages me.