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  • The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief
    in injustice and tragedy. What the caterpillar calls the
    end of the world, the Master calls the butterfly.

    Richard Bach

    I find that the clean break is best. There is less bleeding,and no long journey through accusations and regret.

    The clean break does not admit failure.

    No. It simply says that one has finished one's work with this or that, that one now must leave and let other forces and influences take over, for good or ill. One does not continue to maintain a sense of 'trying to make things work,' or 'putting the pieces of what is broken back together again.'

    One simply shuts the door.

    As a Friend puts it: "You shut the little door to your heart."

    The clean break looks for the blessing, the gift, no matter how painful the whole thing feels.

    You do not look back. You focus on the horizon. You remember Lot's wife, who looked back, that fatal over the shoulder look, just one last glance, and turned to salt. And Eurydice too. No.

    You move quickly. You are breaking free.

    The clean break says: "That was then and knowing what I know, this is now: the epiphany is not lost on me. I embrace it. I am somehow better, though not without pain.
    I know the pain will pass, and that eventually there will be light, the light of wisdom and love. I know that it is Love that will comfort me, and will lead me beside the still waters, and will restore my soul."

    The clean break lets things be as they will be, does not make excuses, does not wish for change, but embraces reality and truth.

    The clean break is what happens to the butterfly, when it struggles out of the cocoon, leaves the imprisoning past, and becomes a new creature
    with strong wings, who sees only the great sky, and feels the lifting wind, the wind, only the wind.

    Oh, how much there is to see, and discover in this new life, this new body, the wide sky, the joy of flight, at last.

    (Photograph by Alex)
    (Edited and reposted 8/16/12)
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