One Hundred Sixty-Eight

Mired in the gumbo of a thousand years of experience, we try to extricate ourselves from the destiny that is as sure as the rising sun.

It’s of no use to attempt to change absolute certainty. If drowning is the only option, there’s  no point in bringing in a firing squad.



About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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2 Responses to One Hundred Sixty-Eight

  1. As I said, it’s pointless to change absolute certainties. But within the confines of certainty, there are choices of immeasurable scope. Just as long as they’re made before a certain certainty intercedes.

  2. jserolf says:

    Life for the present; death for the future. Those are at least two certainties I know of. 😉

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