I sometimes react to making a mistake as if I have betrayed myself. My fear seems to be based on the hidden assumption that I am potentially perfect and that if I can just be very careful I will not fall from heaven. But a blunder is a declaration of the way I am, a jolt to the way I intend, a reminder I am not dealing with the facts. When I have listened to my shortcomings I have grown, and I have learned that the past doesn't exist. There is nothing to be sorry for. Today is when we start to live. Look! Look at the sea. The sea has no past. It is just there. It will never ask us to explain. The stars, the moon are there to light our way, to shine for us. What do they care what might have happened long ago? They accompany us, and are happy with that; can you see them shine? The stars are twinkling in the sky; would they do that if yesteryear mattered? Wouldn't there be a huge storm if the universe wanted to punish us? We are alone, you and I, with no past, no memories, no guilt, nothing that can stand in our way.
