the curve of time

In a life with many turnings there are fragments of memory that return and retreat. Certain fixed images that have somehow withstood the avalanche of events that overtake a man seemed to have a bearing on this evolution.
--Dore Ashton, 'About Rothko'

The strawness of straw, the humanness of the human, is their divinity.
---Denise Levertov.

There's something almost mystical about the last day of class, the final exam. The way the world is. You stand there in the corner,shoulder to the cold wall, surveying the faces for one last time. Everyone gathered in this room. The starting point of their destinies. And you know that everyone will move on, trace their own path. Some will marry, some will divorce, some will go wild, others will settle into the world's patterned mediocrity. There will be loves, heartaches, moments of discovery, triumph, despair..all this is ahead. Many doors to be opened. The curve of time is upward ascending.

But for you, despite your statuesque indifference, there is only the folding in of time on itself. The spiral of time. Mina metsan polkuja kuljen. Repeating, ageing, trying to find your true Form, your name. Fewer doors to open. Each more precious than the last. Savour the moment. Walk through them well. Lovingly.