what if?

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Perhaps we don't love unreasonably because we think we have time, or have to reckon with time. But what if we don't have time? 

Or what if time, as we know it, is irrelevant?


—Franz Kafka
Letters to Milena

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No permanence is ours; we are a wave 
That flows to fit whatever form it finds: 
Through day or night, cathedral or cave 
We pass forever, craving form that binds.
 

—Hermann Hesse
from “Lament” in The Glass Bead Game
Clara and Richard Winston version

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Although from the beginning 
I knew
the world is impermanent,
not a moment passes
when my sleeves are dry.


—Ryokan
Sky Above, Great Wind

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