No, not begins. Life, this one, began a long time ago - that is kind of the point and significance of turning 40. But on this mark in the calendar, I have heard from each of my children at different points in their lives. And in the process of organising the wake for the thirtysomethings held a couple of weeks back, I heard from friends near and far of the twists and highs of the strands of their lives.
The braid is twisted - on any one strand it's hard to see around corners. But it is continuous; analogue.
Tonight I will finish my first intensive Mandarin course begun only this year, and I take on more after this Easter weekend. What will I learn tomorrow?
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Life continues.
It was going on before you arrived -- you just showed up in it -- and it will continue after you've gone. You just hitched up for a short ride. And life, in turn, is using you to perpetuate and entertain itself.
It's like waves on the ocean. Waves come and go in their infinite variety: the ocean always IS.
Love, and a Happy Birthing Day from your Dad.
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