the memory of the future

The meaning we receive can be put to the proof in action only by each person in the uniqueness of his being and the uniqueness of his life.
---M. Buber.

Without meaning, the world is just things.
---JCO.

There is no "proof" or set of "arguments" for or against God! It seems quite ridiculous that anyone would want to try and convince someone else-one way or the other. And isn't a good life already religious, in some sense? What is that sense though?

Maybe not an 'inner transformation' of one's life-that seems to be asking for too much. Nor is it-and this is only your two cents-a fully coherent life, one in which there's the acknowledgment, understanding, and acceptance of a narrative thread. Our lives are too jumbled up and fragmentary for that. Then what?

Moments of recognition-of others, of ourselves.All this is possible only against a certain background, a picture of the soul. And that background work is done by others: the compassion of loved ones that allow you to be: volo ut sis. No higher wisdom, don't look for it.

Memory binds. Forward-dreaming and the past are lovingly carried with you, and are not sources of illusion or fantasy. The distance between us, between all kinds of pluralities, is recognized, the way broken-ness is. It wants to, and doesn't want to be named. Memory is a bridge that spans time, all that was thought to be lost, lost to thought.

What is the future but the past? The point becomes a circle. Like a boat moored to the land, it gently rocks outwards and is brought back in by the same rope!