~ I am not all I wish to be; nor all that I have been. ~
We are variations on a theme.
Locked in step with humanity and history in so many of our actions that at times it seems as if weare just one more iteration in an endless parade of inevitable outcomes. A theme that predates all weknow and precedes us into the future further than all we can imagine. A theme that defines and combinesus in our most abject of essences. We fall as all have fallen, we fail as all have failed, we war as everygeneration has, we lie as every people will, we hate as every race has hated, we destroy as every culture
does. We are bound to this theme, so universal, so exact in its standards and stagnations, that it’s hard to
believe that existence could hold any purpose other than to live and die and do no more than any else hasever done.
Yet we do.
We believe, not just because we can or must, but because we should. We are variations on atheme,
and in that variance is all the meaning in the world
What must be realized in the considering of variance, of change, is that everything does. Everyinstant, every action, every iota, all that can be known can only be known because it can change, becauseit is changing.
Still, it is incredibly easy and increasingly comfortable to be lulled into the sense that things notonly can be, but must be static. One of my favorite sets of sentences comes from
“Through the Looking
Glass, and What Alice Found There”
“Well, in our country,” said Alice, still panting a little, “you’d generally get to somewhere else —
run very fast for a long time, as we’ve been doing.”