May
31st
Sun
31st
Bamboo and Providence?
Some thoughts and impressions exist like bamboo. No matter how hard you try to get rid of it- cut it down, dig up the roots, plant something else- it keeps growing. It will always grow back. So you have two options: live in a constant state of denying it any advantage -dig, hack, pull, replace- or… grow bamboo. Only, in real life, I like bamboo. It’s not really a menacing phenomenon threatening to destroy my existence. And that’s where the analogy breaks down.
It didn’t seem like coincidence. It seemed like providence. I thought that’s what all of this was, but it seems I may have misunderstood. And now, if that’s the case, how can I ever trust myself to understand these things?
