40 years old now.
The energy changes.
I am giving birth to myself.
I don’t recognize the person I used to be.
I understand him but he is now foreign to me.
His speeches no longer speak to me.
I let him go.
Newly hatched and present for a long time,
I meet the one who was waiting for the right time to be born.
©FJ July 2022 —
Groupe de Pratique
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Merci à tous
Notes & Silence 
Continuity is more or less an illusion. Am I who I was yesterday? 10 minutes ago?
I am what I am now.
What was seems increasingly irrelevant. A chain of causation only. By definition, it no longer exists as a current being.
That is why regret is pointless.
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This is so relieving to read I’m not the one I think I though I was.
(Usually, you’re the one reminding about the necessity for common conventions in order to merely function.)
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That we need certain conventions to function is a different matter entirely to the question of what one « is » at any given time, I think. Particularly since the only given time is now.
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