Posts Tagged ‘Impermanence’

“A Conversation With Oneself”

May 19, 2026

Ricardo F. Morín

May 17, 2026

Bala Cynwyd, Pennsylvania

He considers whether the biography and the career essay can cohabit sequentially within the same corpus.

They can.  The sequence already contains its own direction.  The career essay first:  closer to the present tense of perception, moving by suspension, withholding biography deliberately.  The reader encounters the intelligence before the circumstances surrounding it.  The biography afterward.  What had remained withheld becomes visible then:  the cities, the illnesses, the rooms, the years of interruption and displacement.

Read in that order, the two texts produce something neither fully achieves alone.  One reveals how a person sees.  The other reveals what that person passed through while seeing it.  The distance between them does not fracture the corpus.  It creates proportion.

He considers whether three registers can coexist within the same body of work.

A corpus restricted to one register may already have accepted its own limits.  Multiple registers practiced simultaneously suggest something else:  not instability of method, but continuity of attention moving through different materials.  The register changes according to what the material permits or resists.  The underlying attention remains recognizable.

Across them, something is repeatedly brought near the edge of conclusion without fully entering it.  Not because conclusion is feared, but because certain recognitions become less accurate once sealed too quickly.  The distribution changes from text to text.  The pressure of examination does not.

The difficulty is less internal than external.  Readers and institutions prefer writers who can be situated immediately.  A stable category simplifies reception.  The corpus resists that instinct without opposing it directly.  Some readers may find the variation generative.  Others may experience uncertainty before it.  That uncertainty may not be a defect in reception.  It may be an accurate reflection of the work itself.

He considers publication outside of WordPress.

He does not intend to seek publication through commercial structures.  WordPress has held the work for eighteen years.  That continuity has been sufficient.  The responsibility, if there is one, would consist only in maintaining a parallel digital corpus capable of surviving technical disappearance should the platform eventually fail.  Perhaps a university library at some later point.  Perhaps not.

No publishing houses.  No agents.  Few editors he would trust enough to permit entrance into the interior movement of the prose.

He considers how long WordPress itself may last.

WordPress.com is operated by a private company.  Eighteen years of continuity is reassuring but not decisive.  Many structures that once appeared permanent disappeared without ceremony.  Libraries persist differently because preservation forms part of their institutional obligation rather than their market survival.

Yet the archive does not feel urgent.  There may still be another fifteen years of work not yet written.  The corpus at that point would be larger, more complete, more internally connected than it is now.  Premature administration of a living practice can quietly interfere with the practice itself.

What matters at present is simpler than preservation.  The work continues.  The corpus develops.  The next sentence remains unwritten.

He considers whether he should simply let the chips fall where they may.

The work exists.  It accumulates gradually.  What survives and what disappears has never belonged entirely to the author.  Most of what human beings created vanished long ago:  paintings, manuscripts, cities, names.  What remains is shaped partly by quality, partly by accident, partly by whether another person cared enough to carry something forward beyond its own moment.

There may be a form of integrity in recognizing that limit without bitterness.  A prose that refuses premature closure, a corpus resistant to category, a writer uninterested in agents, publishers, or literary positioning:  all of these movements arise from related recognitions.  The same attention that hesitates before sealing a conclusion in a sentence may hesitate before sealing one about permanence itself.

He considers whether it is worth anticipating the future condition of the corpus.

Probably not.

The work understood this long before the prose articulated it directly.  The understanding did not arrive as philosophy.  It emerged gradually through repetition:  paintings delayed, illnesses prolonged, rooms abandoned, plans interrupted, canvases resting against walls for weeks while nothing visible advanced and yet something continued silently underneath perception itself.

The pergaminos colgantes already contained that movement.  So did Paradise.  So did the long periods of stillness in Valencia.  The recognition that anticipation easily becomes a form of inward noise did not arise from theory.  It arose from observing how quickly projection interferes with attention.

To apply a different standard to the corpus itself, worrying over survival, categorization, institutional placement, would introduce an inconsistency the work has spent decades attempting to reduce.

The present moment contains the next essay.  That is sufficiently difficult.  Everything beyond it risks becoming administration of what does not yet exist.

He considers whether to share the corpus formally with an institution.

Perhaps not at all.

That possibility no longer produces anxiety.  It follows naturally from the other refusals already present throughout the work:  refusal of fixed category, refusal of literary positioning, refusal of premature conclusion, refusal of treating visibility as proof of value.

The archive may survive.  Or disappear.  Neither alters the necessity of the work while it is being written.

He considers ownership.

He never took much pride in possession.  The loft in Tribeca was relinquished.  The taller in Venezuela was relinquished.  Professional identities were relinquished more than once.  Each release altered perception afterward.  Something became visible that possession itself had partially obscured.

A corpus may not differ greatly from that condition.

The essays exist.  What happens to them afterward cannot entirely belong to him any more than the changing light across suspended canvases belonged to anyone who happened to stand before them.  The work was never constructed as property.  The pergaminos were not made as objects to dominate space.  They emerged from stillness temporarily and returned to it afterward.

Complete relinquishment may not signify indifference.  It may be the final extension of the same attention from which the work emerged.

He arrives somewhere that does not require a name.

Not grief exactly.  Not resignation.

Tears of loss look backward toward what can no longer be recovered.  Tears of acceptance belong to a different condition entirely:  recognition without resistance, clarity without demand for alteration, awareness without the impulse to negotiate with reality so that it conforms to preference.

The work approached that same place gradually through many forms and many years:  the stillness after noise, the empty canvas before the first mark, the pergamino hanging without frame or enclosure, the intervals where nothing appeared resolved and yet nothing required immediate resolution either.

Perhaps the work was never attempting permanence at all.  Perhaps it was attempting something closer to lived energy moving through form for a brief interval before returning to stillness again.

That is not a small thing.

A conversation with oneself.

The question unresolved.

What remains is the writing.


“A Threshold of Silence”

February 12, 2025

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Michael Basso
(June 28, 1955 – May 28, 2025)

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During the last decade of his life, Michael’s health declined steadily, much as his father’s had in the years before him, burdened by a succession of illnesses that gradually narrowed the ordinary horizons of living.  Yet he continued to embrace each day with quiet resolve, even as the growing uncertainty of his own body became impossible to ignore.  His suffering was never his alone.  It was shared by the husband who remained at his side and by those who loved him. His final years revealed a condition that ultimately belongs to every human life.

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Sometimes suddenly, sometimes almost imperceptibly through the passing years, there comes a moment when mortality ceases to be an abstraction.  It is no longer a distant eventuality, safely concealed beneath the routines of ordinary life or softened by the expectation of time still remaining.  It becomes immediate, undeniable, and inseparable from the consciousness through which we experience the world.

For some, this awakening begins with the quiet betrayals of the body.  A stiffness that no longer disappears with rest, a memory that hesitates before returning, a step taken with unexpected caution, each becomes a subtle reminder that permanence was always an illusion.  For others, it begins with loss.  The death of a friend, a sibling, a parent, or a spouse quietly reveals that what has happened to another now belongs, inevitably, to oneself.

Such awareness alters the measure of time.  The future no longer appears boundless, nor does the past remain merely a record of what has been.  Each assumes a different proportion.  Without consciously intending it, we begin to measure life less by what has been accomplished than by what still remains possible.

The mind instinctively resists this recognition.  It seeks refuge in plans, obligations, familiar routines, and the reassuring continuity of ordinary existence, as though attention itself might postpone what reason already knows.  Mortality becomes something acknowledged intellectually while remaining emotionally distant.

This awakening is neither an achievement nor a failure.  It is simply one of the conditions of being human.  From the moment mortality is no longer imagined but personally recognized, every subsequent experience of decline, suffering, endurance, and acceptance acquires a meaning it could not previously possess.

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II. The Decline: Mind and Body

Decline rarely announces itself through a single decisive event.  More often, it advances quietly, measured by changes so gradual that they are first mistaken for passing inconveniences.  The body no longer responds with its former certainty.  Movements once performed without thought require intention.  Strength diminishes, endurance shortens, and the senses begin, almost imperceptibly, to surrender their former clarity.

The mind follows a similar course.  Memory hesitates where it once answered effortlessly.  Thoughts arrive more slowly or dissolve before reaching completion.  Attention becomes increasingly fragile, interrupted by moments of uncertainty that were once unknown.  Yet awareness often remains sufficiently intact to perceive these changes with unsettling precision.  There is a particular solitude in witnessing the gradual alteration of one’s own faculties while still possessing the clarity to understand what is being lost.

Medicine seeks, rightly, to preserve function, relieve suffering, and extend the years in which life may continue with purpose.  Its achievements have transformed the experience of aging and illness beyond what earlier generations could have imagined.  Yet no intervention alters the fundamental condition from which every life begins.  The body remains finite, and every effort to preserve it ultimately encounters limits beyond which restoration is no longer possible.

The deepest transformation, however, is neither physical nor intellectual.  It lies in the gradual recognition that decline is not an interruption of life, but one of its final expressions.  What first appeared exceptional slowly reveals itself to be part of the same natural order through which every living being passes.

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III. The Distractions That Delay Acceptance

To recognize mortality is not the same as to accept it.  Awareness may arrive suddenly, yet acceptance often remains distant, deferred by the mind’s persistent inclination to continue living as though time were still without measure.  We do not turn away because we are incapable of understanding death.  We turn away because we remain deeply attached to life.

This attachment reveals itself in countless ways.  We make plans, pursue ambitions, strengthen the body, cultivate the mind, and seek new remedies for the illnesses that accompany advancing age.  We continue to build, repair, organize, and anticipate tomorrow, not merely because these activities possess value in themselves, but because they reaffirm our place within a future we instinctively presume will continue.

The reluctance to let go arises from more than fear alone.  Lives remain unfinished.  Promises have yet to be fulfilled, conversations remain incomplete, responsibilities endure, and those we love continue to depend upon us.  Even after a long and abundant life, there persists the quiet conviction that something essential still awaits completion.  What binds us to life is often less the fear of dying than the unwillingness to leave unfinished what we believe still belongs to our care.

These attachments are neither weaknesses nor illusions to be dismissed.  They are expressions of love, responsibility, curiosity, and hope, the very qualities through which life acquires meaning.  Yet they also postpone the inward stillness from which acceptance may eventually emerge.  Before the end can be received with peace, the mind must gradually relinquish not only its fear of death, but also its expectation that life must always continue.

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IV. The Weight of Suffering and Endurance

Suffering is among the few certainties shared by every sentient being.   It is neither rare nor exceptional, but woven into the fabric of existence from its first breath to its last.   Yet, for all its universality, suffering remains profoundly individual.   No two lives experience it in precisely the same way, nor can its weight be fully measured by those who do not bear it.

Pain assumes many forms.   It may arise from illness, injury, or the gradual weakening of the body.   It may also emerge from quieter losses, the diminishing of memory, the erosion of independence, the loneliness of watching the world continue without us, or the grief that accompanies every meaningful attachment.   Some burdens are visible and readily acknowledged.   Others remain concealed, carried in silence and known only to the one who endures them.

Suffering, however, is not the same as endurance.   Suffering is what life imposes.   Endurance is the human response to what has been imposed.   It is the quiet capacity to continue despite pain, uncertainty, or loss.   It allows ordinary lives to bear extraordinary burdens without surrendering the desire to remain engaged with the world.

The measure of endurance cannot be determined from the outside.   What one person carries with apparent ease may overwhelm another.   A burden once thought unbearable may gradually become part of daily existence, while a seemingly lesser sorrow may exhaust reserves that have long been silently diminishing.   Endurance follows no universal scale, for it reflects not only the magnitude of suffering but also the unique history, temperament, relationships, and inner resources of the individual who bears it.

For this reason, suffering should never be confused with weakness, nor endurance with invulnerability.   To endure is not to deny pain, but to continue living in its presence.   It is one of the quietest expressions of human dignity, requiring neither recognition nor admiration to possess its full measure.

Every life eventually encounters the limits of endurance, although those limits cannot be predicted or judged by others.   They reveal themselves only within the silent experience of the individual who bears them.   Before acceptance becomes possible, one must first come to understand not only the reality of suffering, but also the extraordinary capacity to endure it.

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V. The Unseen Threshold

Life does not depart all at once.   It recedes quietly at first, almost imperceptibly in its withdrawal.   The breath grows shallower, not in gasps but in a gradual easing, as though the body has begun to ask less of the world.   Weight diminishes, not only in flesh but also in presence.   The self appears to loosen its attachment to the demands that once defined ordinary existence.   A once restless mind drifts more freely, its thoughts lingering less upon the past, the future, or even the urgency of the present.

These changes need not be understood as signs of failure or defeat.   They often resemble a gradual lessening of effort.   The body begins to relinquish tasks it once performed without thought.   Rest occupies more of the day than activity.   Silence becomes more welcome than conversation.   Even the struggle to remain gradually yields to intervals of quiet that seem neither forced nor resisted.   The body often appears to recognize this transition before the mind fully understands it.

There also comes a moment of recognition that seldom announces itself dramatically.   It is rarely defined by a diagnosis or measured by the calendar.   Rather, it emerges through lived experience.   Some continue to resist its approach and devote their remaining strength to extending each day.   Others seem gradually to accommodate its presence, much as one yields to sleep after a long period of wakefulness.

Within this progression, control itself begins to assume a different meaning.   The effort to command every remaining moment often gives way to a willingness to accompany the body’s own course.   What earlier appeared to demand resistance may gradually invite release.   The conclusion of life comes to resemble not an interruption of its order, but one of its final expressions.

Death remains neither something to be conquered nor something that can be indefinitely postponed.   It stands as the final threshold of every life, unseen until it is approached and fully known only by the one who crosses it.

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To think of death without fear, to sit with it unguarded and allow it to be what it is, may represent one of the last transformations of consciousness.   For much of life the mind recoils from its certainty, surrounding it with distractions, explanations, ambitions, and unfinished obligations.   Yet there often comes a time when these gradually lose their urgency, and death no longer appears as an interruption but as the natural conclusion of a life that has followed its own course.

As this change unfolds, fear itself may begin to assume a different character.   The body has already entered the work of relinquishment.   The mind, more slowly, begins releasing its attachment to unfinished meanings, unresolved questions, and the expectation that one more day might alter what has already become complete.   Acceptance does not arise from certainty.   It emerges gradually as resistance itself becomes less necessary.

No single course belongs to every life.   Some meet mortality with acceptance, others with fear, resistance, or uncertainty.   Illness, circumstance, or the limits of consciousness may leave little opportunity for reflection.   The experience admits no universal progression.   Yet where acceptance gradually emerges, it reveals not a victory over death, but one possible way of inhabiting its certainty.

Stillness differs from resignation.   Resignation suggests defeat before an unwanted circumstance.   Stillness suggests something quieter, an increasing harmony between the body’s condition and the mind’s understanding of it.   The effort to negotiate with what cannot be altered slowly diminishes.   What remains is neither triumph nor surrender, but a growing reconciliation with the course life has taken.

From within that reconciliation, life may be seen differently.   Its value no longer depends upon its indefinite continuation, but upon having been lived.   The quiet that once seemed empty gradually becomes sufficient in itself.   Little remains to be defended.   Little remains to be explained.   What has been given begins to appear complete.

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VII. The Living Memory

No life is lived in solitude, and no journey toward acceptance is completed alone.   Along the way we are shaped, guided, and sustained by those whose lives become inseparable from our own.   Even after they are gone, their presence continues in memory, affection, and the countless ways they have altered the lives they touched.

Michael’s final years offered such a presence.   Those who remained beside him witnessed not only the gradual demands of illness, but also the quiet persistence with which he continued to inhabit each day.   His life, no less than his death, reminds us that mortality is never experienced by one person alone.   It is shared by families, by companions, and by all who accompany another through the final chapters of life.

Death strips away much that once appeared essential.   What remains is often simpler than we had imagined.   Affection endures.   Gratitude remains.   Memory continues its work long after physical presence has departed.

To those who have accompanied us through life, we owe more than remembrance.   We owe the recognition that much of who we have become was formed through their companionship, their patience, and their love.   Their absence does not erase that gift.   It leaves it more clearly visible.

They are no longer present as they once were.   Yet what they entrusted to those who loved them continues beyond their lives, carried quietly within the memory and affection of others.   In that continuing presence, gratitude finds its most enduring expression.

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Ricardo F. Morín Tortolero

June 11, 2025, Capitol Hill , D.C.


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