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A tradition repeats, yet nothing repeats. Each New Year’s Eve, a small painted ornament receives a private note; the next year, it is opened and read. The surprise is not what the note says, but who it seems to come from: the handwriting is recognizable, while the writer feels absent. From that simple discomfort, the reflection turns toward Anicca - the ceaseless unfolding of change - and Anatta - the absence of a fixed, permanent self. The episode invites a quieter kind of honesty: what moves through the year is less an “entity” and more a living process, reshaped by countless moments, with memory as a thread that also keeps changing.
Website: VerseOfLight.com
Instagram: @verse.of.light
Instagram: @contours.of.vision
Audio Credit:
"The Temperature of the Air on the Bow of the Kaleetan" by Chris Zabriskie is licensed under CC BY 4.0.
Link to License: https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/
Source: chriszabriskie.com
Changes: No changes were made.
By Rostislav GerasimovA tradition repeats, yet nothing repeats. Each New Year’s Eve, a small painted ornament receives a private note; the next year, it is opened and read. The surprise is not what the note says, but who it seems to come from: the handwriting is recognizable, while the writer feels absent. From that simple discomfort, the reflection turns toward Anicca - the ceaseless unfolding of change - and Anatta - the absence of a fixed, permanent self. The episode invites a quieter kind of honesty: what moves through the year is less an “entity” and more a living process, reshaped by countless moments, with memory as a thread that also keeps changing.
Website: VerseOfLight.com
Instagram: @verse.of.light
Instagram: @contours.of.vision
Audio Credit:
"The Temperature of the Air on the Bow of the Kaleetan" by Chris Zabriskie is licensed under CC BY 4.0.
Link to License: https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/
Source: chriszabriskie.com
Changes: No changes were made.