Moss garden Japan
We leave only traces of what we create. Traces growing fainter and fainter with the passage of time.
No longer the shining star of individual insight and reflection, subsumed into the collective brilliance of human consciousness.
Insights enduring alive in memory as language, as traditions of literature, music, cuisine, architecture and every dimension of thought and its application.
Each an aggregate of trillions of moments of awareness.
All stones crumble, all lives end, yet from one into another we pass the seed of our genius.
But as every child knows, in the instant of creation, in that moment, creation is life itself.
And it is this that is shared.
No longer the shining star of individual insight and reflection, subsumed into the collective brilliance of human consciousness.
Insights enduring alive in memory as language, as traditions of literature, music, cuisine, architecture and every dimension of thought and its application.
Each an aggregate of trillions of moments of awareness.
All stones crumble, all lives end, yet from one into another we pass the seed of our genius.
But as every child knows, in the instant of creation, in that moment, creation is life itself.
And it is this that is shared.
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Moss garden Japan
We leave only traces of what we create. Traces growing fainter and fainter with the passage of time.
No longer the shining star of individual insight and reflection, subsumed into the collective brilliance of human consciousness.
Insights enduring alive in memory as language, as traditions of literature, music, cuisine, architecture and every dimension of thought and its application.
Each an aggregate of trillions of moments of awareness.
All stones crumble, all lives end, yet from one into another we pass the seed of our genius.
But as every child knows, in the instant of creation, in that moment, creation is life itself.
And it is this that is shared.
No longer the shining star of individual insight and reflection, subsumed into the collective brilliance of human consciousness.
Insights enduring alive in memory as language, as traditions of literature, music, cuisine, architecture and every dimension of thought and its application.
Each an aggregate of trillions of moments of awareness.
All stones crumble, all lives end, yet from one into another we pass the seed of our genius.
But as every child knows, in the instant of creation, in that moment, creation is life itself.
And it is this that is shared.
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Japan
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Moss garden Japan
We leave only traces of what we create. Traces growing fainter and fainter with the passage of time.
No longer the shining star of individual insight and reflection, subsumed into the collective brilliance of human consciousness.
Insights enduring alive in memory as language, as traditions of literature, music, cuisine, architecture and every dimension of thought and its application.
Each an aggregate of trillions of moments of awareness.
All stones crumble, all lives end, yet from one into another we pass the seed of our genius.
But as every child knows, in the instant of creation, in that moment, creation is life itself.
And it is this that is shared.
No longer the shining star of individual insight and reflection, subsumed into the collective brilliance of human consciousness.
Insights enduring alive in memory as language, as traditions of literature, music, cuisine, architecture and every dimension of thought and its application.
Each an aggregate of trillions of moments of awareness.
All stones crumble, all lives end, yet from one into another we pass the seed of our genius.
But as every child knows, in the instant of creation, in that moment, creation is life itself.
And it is this that is shared.
