I laughed at my liberal arts colleagues coming back from their Freshman philosophy class with this quote:
“No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.” – Heraclitus
I retorted “Can you ever step into the same river once?”
Like all good dorm conversations, arguments ensued. Beer helped.
As we enter Day 10 of self-quarantine and the flow of sameness, I reflect on are we encountering the same day again?
My head hurt so I finished up a painting experiment in my flow series.
While it is a part of a series, I could not create the “same” painting if I tried.
Similarly as I continue with my octopus decaying stump and sunrise series, the photographs are never the same. They might be related, but they are not the same.
The days pass. We pray for those less fortunate. We honor and affirm all of the health care workers and first responders who choose to be at the forefront of the V.
We help by staying socially isolated, yet awake to the wonders of the world surrounding us.