Worry Is A Way To Pretend That

The Earth We Evolved To Inhabit Is Turning Into Something More Turbulent And Unreliable At A Pace Too Fast For Most Living Things To Adapt To.

There Are Those Who Receive As Birthright An Adequate Or At Least Unquestioned Sense Of Self And Those Who Set Out To Reinvent Themselves, For Survival Or For Satisfaction, And Travel Far. Some People Inherit Values And Practices As A House They Inhabit; Some Of Us Have To Burn Down That House, Find Our Own Ground, Build From Scratch, Even As A Psychological Metamorphosis.

People Are Actually Very Good At Being Communists In The Sense That They Instantly Abandon Capitalism, That They Love These Relationships Of Mutual Aid, Because The Astonishing Thing About Disasters Is That People Are Often Weirdly Joyous In Them, Because They've Recovered A Sense Of Agency, A Sense Of Power, Etc.

A Path Is A Prior Interpretation Of The Best Way To Traverse A Landscape.

The Present Rearranges The Past. We Never Tell The Story Whole Because A Life Isn't A Story; It's A Whole Milky Way Of Events And We Are Forever Picking Out Constellations From It To Fit Who And Where We Are.