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I am yet to find an elegant way of expressing or explaining a certain realization I happened into as a teen while sitting by the sea. Perhaps it cannot be expressed any better than is said in this clipping from The Book of Ecclesiastes:
What has been will be again,
what has been done will be done again;
there is nothing new under the sun.
The portion that best captures this teenage realization is 'there is nothing new under the sun,' but not quite exactly as is intended in the fullness of this passage. And that has been a sort of bug-bear ever since. It is definitely not an exclusive thought - various expressions of it whisk across my ear here and there - it just seems wanting for an elegant expression.
What I am referring to is this. We marvel at great discoveries. We get excited at what our geniuses accomplish. Awesome creations make us proud and nostalgic, and they inspire us to do more of the same. We are proud to claim all the things that are which never were before they came to be, and yet in a very fundamental way, in a very real way, all of it, every single bit of it (fire, electricity, interstellar travel, the internet, our oh-so-awesome thing-a-ma-jigs, DNA, known cures, you name it) all of it in every real way has always existed. They always have. What we do - through ever-evolving ingenious capabilities - is harness and reveal, put together and reveal, or stumble upon and reveal, however ingeniously we do it. None of it is new; just new to us in the form devised or presented at a certain moment of time. I find that fascinating. And full of hope. There is nothing new under the sun, as it were. The thing we want and need is there - but where? It almost seems that if someone were to be able today to peek into the Year 3000, that person will shout 'wow' at what he or she sees and whoever there hears that sound will wonder what prehistoric groan was that! And there too, our fellow specie will still have nipples!
Now, if we could only figure out how to - well - get quickly to getting along nicely! No? Too Pollyananaish? Not that evolved yet? Too late? Ah, the wonder of those teen years.
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Life: it is a dance. It gets better with practice; its music is in your heart and in your soul and in your blood and in your bones. Life; it is a dance. It gets better with practice. You have a partner – your spirit. You can have a party if you like, but choose smartly who you invite, for life – your life – is a dance. It gets better with practice, unless you stop the music or so crowd your dance floor there is no space to move or be moved within it. Explore. Yes, life; it is a dance. It gets better with practice until the dance becomes the dancer and the dancer becomes the dance and life and all of existence becomes a singular flow. Yes, life; it is a dance. It gets better with practice. Dance.
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Oops! We stumble. We are awed by wonderful stories of 'oopses' that turn out to be marvelous inventions and awesome game-changers for the life many are privilleged to live, sadly not all. Can you think of a few of those game-changers? And there are 'oopses' that many thank God for, because they averted utter destruction. But what about our oopses?
Have you any oopses, a stumble on the road of well-meaning, a stumble in the field of moral stand-up-ness, another oops, there, you did it again - stumbled - and got up or still trying to get up? What are those? What happens next? And what if everything is connected? Have you an insight? I am thinking you have a unique insight. And what if your insight is never revealed to whoever most needs it?
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ILICET - A Time To Begin Again (True Story) 
