Your desire must be disciplined, / And what you want to happen / In time, sacrificed.

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Satiation of longing is the desire we must sacrifice.

I as an individual – I as one of we – we as community – we as the entirety of humankind: We are essentially, eternally incomplete. Nothing can change it.

All we have is the permanent, futile, faithful pursuit of completion which is its own intrinsic reward.

Like every other cliche, that all-too-repeated zennism “the journey is the destination” is true.

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A surplus or a deficit placed next to infinity is revealed as two forms of incompletion.

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It is time to stop regarding the sense of incompleteness as a symptom of something gone wrong.

What has gone wrong is that view of incompleteness.

To believe in future satiety in completion is to succumb to romanticism, to immanentize the eschaton.

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Pain is one thing; how the pain is viewed is another.

Is there more suffering the pain of now or in the painful anticipation of future suffering?

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Or so it all seems from here.