L I F E’S_S W E E T_S P O T
“The soul of sweet delight, can never be defiled.” —William Blake
Like love at first sight, it is always new and never old.
“No, there’s nothing half so sweet in life as love’s young dream.” —Thomas Moore
It may seem adrift in the past, like snow angels.
“All our sweetest hours fly fastest.” —Virgil
Or in the future, like a band of angels.
“Swing Low, Sweet Chariot” —Spiritual Song
But it is only our tongue-tied attachment to time’s illusions, temporal motaphors, that makes the sweet spot elusive in the present.
“There’s no present. There’s only the immediate future and the recent past.” —George Carlin
Over our heads in the metaphoric the sands of time, life’s sweet spot resembles a mirage.
“The more sand has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.” —Niccolo Machiavelli
But knee-deep in the metaphoric ocean of time, as ice ages melt into hot tubs, and ships of state pitch and tilt, and the pillars of civilization sink beneath contempt, life’s sweet spot is above the fray.
“When you realize how perfect everything is you will tilt your head back and laugh at the sky.” —Siddhārtha Gautama
Which only sounds over-the-top if you aren’t laughing.
“Some things are so serious you have to laugh at them.” —Niels Bohr
This post henceforth reads like a book, which, at the sole expense of tongue-tied illusions, reveals everything there is to know about life’s sweet spot.
“Not knowing anything is the sweetest life.” —Sophocles
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