Sometimes
I start the day with a shower, but in fact, every single second starts with a cleansing
shower of sorts. After all, each moment is made right here, right now, absolutely
new, and therefore fresh and spotless. No matter how tired and tedious life can
sometimes seem, each second actually spreads out in an upsurge of unreserved
newness. Oldness is in my mind, not in what’s made moment by moment. I
sometimes think thoughts of oldness, but even those thoughts are as unsullied
as a sunrise. No moment in the past was exactly like this one, and therefore
this one rises as a new-made miracle, just out of the freshening shower of the
universe.
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