journaling: ephemerality certified

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Awake. Still alive. Thank goodness.

“Thank goodness,” they say.

“They.”

You, we, begin again because that’s what one does.

“Goodness”! You know what I think about “the” good generally,
which could be furthered at whatever degree of value interests you.

Degree, height, depth, extent.

I write to myself, I write myself.

But, here now, I don’t want to get complex, yet.

Making a life good_ enough to enter old age still flourishing isn’t complex. “You” do it. You learn what and how to do it: staying attentive to what really matters for healthy happiness, and being enactionally oriented by that.

I find my own ways, then share that (to some degree) here.

We may give time to altruistic truths, but near-and-dear persons matter most: family, friends, neighbors—and of course, one’s own degree of being well, flourishing.

Days go by, living by degrees.

We may give time to supporting goodG governance which advances humanity (beyond merely voting smartly), even we may venture into appreciating all manner of that goodH, which is the calling of universities, global institutions, and so on.

Love that.

Anyone there?

Getting to complexities is easy. That’s good*.

It’s especially good for leading minds and persons who do their best to orient their lives relative to bettering life, love, culture,—conceptuality?—society, democracy, humanity?

They who’ve learned fairly well what degrees of living means, stay true to good* as best they, we, you, I, can—a beautiful way, I venture, though at best by resort highly displaced from casual life.

“… value interests you?” Who?

No matter.

For me, it’s wholly about creativity and integrity of the days, often
a daze of reverie for me, thank goodness. No pursuit of influence, though that would be welcomed, of course.

Anyway, on my way, I’m happy. I enjoy being.

Enjoy living by degrees.

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