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Thinking of a title for this entry I came up with the following: contraries generate each other. It's okay, but too abstract. I don't think people would instantly understand what it means. Let me put it simply, with an illustration or two.
Night is followed by day. Summer by winter. Youth by age. Freedom by prison . Rich by poor. Good by bad. Up by down. And so on, in a thousand different situations.
Such is the nature of life. A thing grows by separating from its past. From what it was, toward what it will be. This is the movement of truth.
"It's so hard to make something as good as the last thing I made that was good," Dante said. She and Hannah paid me a visit. We were all discussing the difficulty of topping ourselves. Of always improving from one work of art to the next effort.
"That's not the way it happens. It isn't one smooth rocket blast to perfection. Without any setbacks, or time spent in between steps. Or backward floundering. Nothing great exists that way. You see it everywhere, even if you aren't looking very closely. It's impossible to succeed without the help of failure."
Reality comes in waves. Big waves, small waves. Tidal waves. Gently rocking waves, like a cradle. Waves within waves. Why not accept this universal fact?
