Knowing
How reassuring it would be for me to know how this world ends, to bear witness, to be the dispassionate observer recording the great event for all of history. Earlier generations of men and women knew their inextricable, participatory role in life. They had no awareness of being anything other than of this Earth. They knew the planets by name, and were related to the gods living among them. How well do I know my neighbors, let alone the person I see in the mirror? So often I forget that I am about life. I believe Homer knew the story of Odysseus because he had lived his own odyssey.
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