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♠️…Viaggiare è lasciare spazio.
Spazio a ciò che non conosci, a chi diventi quando non devi spiegarti, a un tempo che rallenta e ti somiglia.
Punta San Vigilio 27/01/26
Lago di Garda
Friends, I’ve come across this quote by Wendell Berry, which is not surprisingly a profound observation.
“The threat to precious things will be our advantage. It clarifies our duty.”
I found the part of an interview of Mr. Berry with Bill Moyers from which I believe this somewhat paraphrased quote comes from. The relevant excerpt is:
WENDELL BERRY: A lot of my writing I think has been, when it hasn’t been in defense of precious things, has been a giving of thanks for precious things. So that enforces the art.
BILL MOYERS: What are the precious things that you think are endangered now?
WENDELL BERRY: It’s mighty hard right now to think of anything that’s precious that isn’t endangered. But maybe that’s an advantage. The poet, William Butler Yeats said somewhere, “things reveal themselves passing away.” And it may be that the danger that we’ve now inflicted upon every precious thing reveals the preciousness of it and shows us our duty. Some of us, these people and their friends and allies that now cover the world, these people are free to acknowledge the preciousness of the precious things.
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The body changes, energy fluctuates, mood shifts, structures wear down. Nothing remains in a fixed, preserved form. Every organism is in continuous turnover, and over the long arc it does move toward breakdown. Entropy wins in the end.
The system however does not simply disintegrate day by day in a straight line. It is constantly losing and rebuilding at the same time. Cells break down and are replaced, energy is spent and restored, patterns dissolve and re-form. What feels like daily erosion is usually a mixture of depletion and recovery, not pure decline. The reason it feels one-sided is that loss is more noticeable than maintenance. You feel the drop in energy, but you do not feel the countless stabilizing processes that keep you functional.
When you experience fatigue, tension, or instability, it is easy to interpret that as proof that the whole system is failing. But those signals often mean something narrower. They indicate that a particular mode you are in cannot be sustained, not that everything is collapsing. The organism is not trying to hold a single “high state” forever. It moves through cycles, and many of those cycles are restorative even if they do not feel like gains.
So the accurate picture is harsher and simpler at the same time. Nothing stays fixed, and yes, over time systems wear out. But at the same time, nothing is only falling. What you are living inside is a process that is constantly undoing and redoing itself.
Carmen - Habanera (Bizet; Anna Caterina Antonacci, The Royal Opera)
Air France seaplane to the far reaches of the empire.
Robert Doisneau (French | 1912 - 1994)
Le dresseur de colombes, Pierre Delon, 1954