Very few things last forever. Forever used to mean a hundred or a thousand years—even the universe had a beginning and will have an end; today it could mean three, five years.
One of the reasons things last so long (or so little) is the need for self-consistency. Consistency can be good when we are true to our best, but it can be a drag when we want to become better. I have to break now with over six years of ‘backward compatibility’, which means starting over. [This means that i – I can be self-contradictory and ii- this is, some times, a good thing.] Elizabeth Bishop wrote:
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
The art of losing, the art of letting go, the art of dharma practice aren’t hard to understand, but one needs a life (or two) to master them. Starting over is the first step of the life to master. The text above was also the last post in my old blog. I will rescue some content from there … abandoning the rest.
Luis Apiolaza (@zentree)