should we value when none of them can offer a firm
foothold?
Like an attachment to a sparrow: we glimpse it and it’s
gone.
And life itself: like the decoction of blood, the drawing in
of air. We expel the power of breathing we drew in at birth
(just yesterday or the day before), breathing it out like the air
we exhale at each moment.
- What is it in ourselves that we should prize?
Not just transpiration (even plants do that).Or respiration (even beasts and wild animals breathe).Or being struck by passing thoughts.Or jerked like a puppet by your own impulses.Or moving in herds.Or eating, and relieving yourself afterwards.