Who Let The Dogs Out
It's funny how the term 'Who Let The Dogs Out' has come full circle. Completely.
What appears, disappears but what remains is everlasting. At least until the next go-around. There's always one in some aspect or another. Some version or deviation to be sure but none-the-less, identical. There's always room for improvement I suppose but running the treadmill requires perseverance and 'duty'1.
In the conversion we come to find that nothing has changed in the least.
As progress becomes measured and accepted time slowly marches onward into the 'unknown'. In gathering the flock the ritual becomes well known and understood. Though time does not exist it becomes a useful canvas upon which is painted life, living and everything else.
There is no future which has not been already clearly defined. It's all a matter of which drum does one listens to and follows. It really makes no difference but in expression, the difference comes to be.
Let that which is become that which is and already has been2.