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Every day is like sunday
It’s a problem, isn’t it. We look, we study, we peer curiously. We want to understand. Deeply, sincerely, fervently we want to understand—but the meaning so often escapes us. It capers just beyond our reach, teasing us cruelly. Yet we keep trying; we never cease wanting to know.
Well, raise up your hopeful voice. Lay back your optimist’s head and sing out. Let loose your aspiring heart. Cast your spells and say your prayers and offer up your consecrated oaths. Do it all and hope that somewhere between the seed and the flower—somewhere between the bubble and the burst—you will find meaning.
It doesn’t matter. In the end, it doesn’t matter and it never will. You don’t have to understand; you just have to be open to understanding. It doesn’t matter if the meaning stays our of reach; it only matters that you make the attempt. Life is like that; art is like that; love is like that. It’s really not such a problem, after all.
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