quasi wabi sabi
A recurring thought lately: is the abhorrence of injustice, greed, corruption, ignorance…is this so different from the fear of death? A refusal to accept certain inevitabilities? A desire to sustain into perpetuity things that are meant to be finite?
This isn’t meant to be depressing—I don’t find it depressing, anyway. It gives us license to celebrate every partial victory, every small gain of wisdom. Decay and destruction have their rightful place. All we’re supposed to do is counterbalance. Maybe.
I seem to be getting more Buddhist as I go.