Musings

Beyond words, beyond endings or conclusions.
I have for so long wanted to write this.
I attempted it again and again; and I failed again and again – this success, this form, exists as a miracle.

Just as something like Madoka Magica shouldn't be able to exist in this mundane world, it shouldn't have been possible for me to write this.
It IS impossible.
And yet here we are.
I can not begin to explain how greatful I am for everything.
And even if only a tiny bit, a tiny shimmer, from the Light that I saw that day, and that blesses me even now and forever, may shine for you from behind my words... Then there is nothing more I could wish for.

The basics which should be obvious to anyone really.
Nothing said here is complex or non-trivial.
But that being said — how many people do not even know the most trivial things; Can not even distinguish their left hand from the right.

τοῦ δὲ λόγου τοῦδ ἐόντος ἀεὶ ἀξύνετοι γίνονται ἄνθρωποι καὶ πρόσθεν ἢ ἀκοῦσαι καὶ ἀκούσαντες τὸ πρῶτον· γινομένων γὰρ πάντων κατὰ τὸν λόγον τόνδε ἀπείροισιν ἐοίκασι πειρώμενοι καὶ ἐπέων καὶ ἔργων τοιούτων ὁκοίων ἐγὼ διηγεῦμαι κατὰ φύσιν διαιρέων ἕκαστον καὶ φράζων ὅκως ἔχει· τοὺς δὲ ἄλλους ἀνθρώπους λανθάνει ὁκόσα ἐγερθέντες ποιοῦσιν ὅκωσπερ ὁκόσα εὕδοντες ἐπιλανθάνονται

Though this Word is true evermore, yet men are as unable to understand it when they hear it for the first time as before they have heard it at all. For, though all things come to pass in accordance with this Word, men seem as if they had no experience of them, when they make trial of words and deeds such as I set forth, dividing each thing according to its kind and showing how it is what it is. But other men know not what they are doing when awake, even as they forget what they do in sleep.

— Fragment 1, Heraclitus, the first Philosopher