My pencil just ran out of lead. I was afraid of that and look, it's happened. I'm writing with a pen which feels so permanent, so un-erasable. This all seems very symbolic, but nothing is permanent, even if it makes claims of indelibility. If I have learned anything in my 52 years here in this form, it is as the I Ching so poetically, like water, says and says again and again, that everything changes, nothing stays the same. Like the light at dawn, the light at noon and the light at dusk, we can expect the unexpected. We can measure all we like, with the most exacting of instruments, but even the best laid plans can come undone.
I thought about it on the way over here: I refuse to live in fear. What is far more essential is knowing that we are not alone. That our lives are connected in this room and around the world. And while we cannot predict what colors tomorrow's dawn or dusk will illuminate, know that wherever I am I will be thinking about you, and all the world, with love in my heart.
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