Each breath is a breath in time; an eyelash falls out forever; cells on all levels that reproduce all the time. There is existence, within which there stands existing. The human existing is unique and sublime- a natural aspect that has the potential to reflect on its own being, its own existing within existence.

Movement creates sound. Air softly thuds beneath a pigeon’s wing as it pumps across the sky. In our existence within the world we are like this- we are immeasurably close to our world; our motion is expression through a medium. Yet even as we move through the world- even as the wing beats- a mark is made. Existence marks the world just as the world marks that which exists. Tied together, captured in a relationship, one pushes and the other pulls; one proceeds and the other recedes. As I open my throat and move my lips air passes and sound is produced.

It is this play within the world, the inter-action of its constituents that marks our movement through the world. Even as we proceed the world recedes; even as we pass away the world continues to become. Thus Heraclites was correct when he wrote that the ever living fire is the same for all: “The Cosmos, made neither by god nor man, replenishes in measure as it burns away.” (20 Fragments) It is the measure of the world, its pulsing around and through us, that makes our experience unified throughout the cosmos.

Even as we take the first steps through a field the grass before our next foot-step has already begun to fall. Passing through the world we are always setting a specific set of steps in motion. This motion is a forward-pressing motion- like a line from a point a course followed retains a distinctive pathway. In a life filled with courses and pathways, intentions and different choices, it is easy to miss that which slides by on the fringes. However, just as our steps push stalks of grass aside beyond our footfall, our pathway is already marking a headway through the world. Our motion retains its bearing in the medium of its containment.