The past generates the future, but nearly always with a flourish.
Life is never static, except on the very, boring, edges of the universe.
In the middle of it all, we have the beautiful chaos of old and new.
Matter and energy patterns procreate,
Through division and recombination.
Old mingles with old, and creates the new.
I desire the new for what it promises.
And I have gratitude for the old for what it has generated.