To Heather Roche
Four meditations on our metastable states.
Happiness is so fragile, a kind of precarious and improbable balance: a multicolour soap bubble. How can one fully enjoy it despite the vertigo its transience induces? It seems that reflection on impermanence was, and forever will be, at the heart of self-conscience, both for the individual and society. This permanence should soothe me.
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