What I know is that as I get older, that which I know can keep me from seeing what I don’t know. Change is the domain of the young, for whom it is not change, but just is. The older I get, the more I realize how fragile the origins of my understanding. We are born without attachment. We die without attachment. In between, things get pretty sticky!(1)
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(1) This "prompt response" was also published at Marlene Cullen's The Write Spot Blog on July 23, 2014 .
