Reflections from my contingent* life
“Life and nature are imperfect**, uncontrollable, and largely (and perhaps permanently) unknowable,
that is to say: contingent.”
— M Düwell, 2008
** “ All things are imperfect,
our joys and our pains.
All things are impermanent:
they arise and they pass away.
All things are impersonal —
and we cling, anyway”