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STOIC POETRY | My slower footsteps may not delay the orbit of the sun

Updated: Sep 4, 2021

How much distance do we travel when we stand still? How far and fast do we go while asleep in our beds? And how hasty our journey even within the grave, or dispelled to atoms from the chimney of the funeral flame? We move always... We are forever on the go. There's no stopping our forward progress away from the point of universal origin. We are forever moving outward and away from everything, and towards the same end. We can never stop. And so, too, am I moving now away from you. Bit by bit - though we hold hands and promise one another eternity - eternity speaks otherwise; though forever cannot issue a single word should it have the will or capacity to even try. Such range as the end is utterly beyond us, though the stuff of what we now are will surely be there when forever arrives. Only we ourselves will never get to the state and condition where everything must one day go. Even if we stop moving, you and I will one day arrive. All of us. No matter how fast or slow we go. Each of us. But never us.


My name is Kurt Bell.

You can learn more about The Good Life in my book Going Alone.

Be safe...but not too safe.

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