What life may come

Come what may, and love it.

When Elder Wirthlin spoke these words several years ago, I was struck by how beautiful and simply profound they are. Life moves fast. It moves in ways and takes you in directions you wouldn't anticipate. Always moving forward, always headed onward, the time flies according to He who pulled the bow. In conversation with an amazing friend, it occurs to me that in the inexorably straight arrow that is time, we exist and persist at the very tip of the arrow...

Maybe like a bug resting on the grille of my truck?

Maybe the roadrunner stuck to the front of a speeding train?

Or maybe, just maybe, we are all at the tip of the arrow because that's where existence is most significant, most real, and most beneficial....

I don't know. I'm not smart enough to know all of these things.

I do know that it's a pleasure to go along with you on this journey, dear, constant reader. I don't know the end of where this is headed - that's not given to us to know. We're rushing headlong and oblivious into whatever future awaits. But I'm so very much enjoying it with you.

I love you. That's forever.

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Anonymous said…

I'm going to read every word you've ever written.

June 9, 2018 at 1:09 PM

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