Fun quote?

I agree.

The little patchwork-mind-lizard-brain network inside my head revealed this simple phrase to me in the morning.

Somehow or another, it retrieved this quote from the depths – and that act of retrieval, I suppose, redounds to the truth of the statement.

When Heraclitus wrote these words…

Well, who am I to write about Heraclitus really, when all I know about the guy is a few Google searches and one or two AI overviews?

Either way, what I believe Heraclitus to have said (ok that’s better) is that life and existence is in constant flux – that those we encounter in that flux never are the same, though they may appear a little bit different here and there.

I’m thinking about this from the many choice examples in my life that I could use to illustrate a bit of that to those of you who have been following the journey.

In the past few weeks, I have done some of the following things, arranged in no particular order:

• (Re)-learned Ableton
• Gone to a new church
• Pole danced with a pageant queen (LOL)
• Made, remade, lost, re-encountered, new friends
• Speaking of stepping, since this blog post is titled “You Can Never Step In The Same Stream Twice”, changed my steps so that now we have… Whatever this is.

The point is, change happens and it happens fast; often, it happens faster than we can chronicle it, both on the level of who we are changing into and what the world is changing into (and we’re not even considering what we’re changing the world into!) so much so that trying to capture every single change is an exercise in futility when perhaps our faculties are better used towards coping not only with the inevitability of change that we see in this world, but the interlinked reality that we are changing at every given moment and thus in being given these moments, summoning them to bring out the versions of ourselves whom we see as aligned with the higher goods and the moral sources that condition us.

I wonder what version of you is reading this blog post today, and I wonder what version of you will read this a day from now, a week from now, or years from now if this site either exists or is archived and made into viral memory because someone would like to cancel, celebrate, or immortalize me in the crystallization of a thought against the algorithmic rancor of a couple billion fractured attention spans?

I look forward to meeting you later, dear reader. 🙂