(What things have we encountered in our life?)
(What do these things leave behind?)
(Shall it be the end of the time and bodies we occupy?)
(And…how do all of these above affect the way we approach and know ourselves?)
Things don’t change, we do.
One day I dug out a pack of old family videos, discs of past decades technologies, from a box that has been untouched for years. I played the videos, looking at the laptop screen as if I was looking at the life story of someone else, felt so far away.
Then I recall a quote, Nature loves to hide.
Is it that nature hides from us? Or is it that we misinterpret nature, as we’ve become such different people?