No one ever outgrows anything, do you think?
Isn't it more like folding frothy egg whites into a batter ... all bubbly and light and bit by bit not noticeable at all, but still, for all that, part of the important mix.
And yet too, there are things that seem to be in the rear-view mirror -- all outgrown and left behind.
How I dislike listening to enthusiastic chatter about spiritual life and its beneficial effects these days. I can acknowledge that I agree more or less, but that doesn't mean I want to listen to its stale perambulations any more than I want to listen to equally-enthusiastic diatribes from the humanists or atheists ... which I also agree with more or less, but there too the staleness seems to swallow all succulence.
Is there a yo-yo champ in the crowd or a philosophy of spider webs or someone learning to walk on his hands ... something that ensorcels with ... with ... with whatever is ensorceling?
Maybe we could say that spiritual life, between the widest bookends, has to do with foreseeing the future. Death is the biggie on that list of things to see, but I also think that there is a battle royale to fend off the death imposed by the present moment ... you just know that in a moment or two, this moment will be dead, gone, lost, evaporated....
Like frothy egg whites in the batter.