Ephemeral

It has occurred to me that everything we think is unique – and short-lived. For, technically, you can’t say what is on your mind – you only say what was. And by the time you do, your brain has moved on entirely, to ponder something new. Isn’t it brilliant? The gears of your mind are constantly turning at every moment of every day and they don’t ever stop.

For the record, I am writing this down in my notebook in the middle of the night because I was afraid of forgetting it in the morning. It’s magnificent, the human mind – oh, the things we think, so smart and logical and creative, but they fade as soon as they’ve appeared, like flares of light in dead space. Everything about us is ephemeral, down to the core. We’re constantly changing, and yet we’re unaware. It is beautiful. However barbaric or evil or deceptive we may be at times, we really are beautiful creatures.

Does it make you feel small, thinking about life this way? Hopefully. The only way we change is by putting ourselves in perspective to the rest of this big wide universe.