The years have passed. Life presents all the new challenges and stresses.
I am thinking of the Ship of Theseus and re-examining this for a moment. The boards of the ship have been cleanly replaced. The ship appears to have a self-likeness only there are new memories and loss in this picture.
Can we call this ship Canada?
Momentary pause, while the sound of rain entrances so much that I couldn't say that I am hearing anyone really. Not in the background, thinking about this decaying temple that is renewed.
Our memories are written in the excesses of folly and much too soon to be forgotten, one might wonder.
But not to despair of this tragic comedy, a country set to reinvent itself by bizzare malignant power, that idolatry couldn't be more obscene, and it is nothing but folly. Existential alarm is drawn of suffering.
I think of this ship of Theseus now.
In it lay the channeling of the abyss.
In it lay the abstraction of suffering that reminded one of a causality.
I have that dormant memory.
To existentially walk forward is always hand in hand with the self that has perished in another time and place.
We experience prophecy daily and are only blind in our unwillingness to see.
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