Originally posted on 7/5/2005, without a title, as a section of a larger essay.
I ride this world as if Ganesh himself
had plucked me up and placed me upon his back.
I am grateful, but did not seek this. Eventually
I will surely fall just as I have risen.
I will be content.
If I were nothing again,
the nothing before something,
just my parent’s desire, strong enough
to come forth, too weak to do more; if I were
that nothing, I would still be content.
Some of you understand how a tree falls
when the elephant straightens. A leaf falls,
and the tree lifts itself higher.
What will happen if I fall? Nothing at all.
I would be content.

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