How can you remember? How can you forget?
Both are choices, both require action. Or active inaction.
Surely a paradox.
Just as surely it is not the only one. That you maintain. Tolerate. Love. Hate. Need.
You live easily in paradox.
As easily as the sleeping baby takes the next breath. And the next.
Must it make sense if you live it?
Until you breath your last, and then the paradox is gone.
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Don Taylor, Oil on Canvas. Packhouse.