life is more than a dress rehearsal

Every now and then there are moments in which you discover a truth.  Survival of the soul depends on such moments occurring frequently—-and yet, their rarity adds to their inexpressible quality sometimes.

About two weeks ago I opened a book that had arrived in the mail for my mother.  (With her consent, of course.)  I don’t remember the title well enough to quote it to you, but it is the primary book describing the Suzuki method for musical training.  (My sister started piano lessons again.)

I flipped through the pages, and, like most people who love to read, I began reading without even knowing where I was reading and why.  But what I read startled me and literally changed my life.  (A timely word is life to the soul indeed.)

Doing something three times amounts to nothing; it is through doing it continuously that anything is finally achieved.

That’s my own paraphrase, but I know I’ve got the most important word right: continuously.  It is the action of continuing that makes life as great as it is.  A continuing, a continuity, a continuum.  All the connections, the sinews, between one second and the next.  Our decisions dwell in the seconds, in the gaps between.  We live in Scott McCloud’s “gutter”—the space between the panels in the comic strip of our sequential activity.

The power of life is in the continuing of it.

And so, each moment now, I choose.  I continue.  I live.

Unique Forms of Continuity in Space (Umberto Boccioni, 1913) = HUMANS