trial by code

it seems strange to think
that time heals.
What exactly is it healing?
Is it a balm of sorts?
Or are we just forgetting,
with enough events and people interspersed
in between the bad time
and the now time,
that the bad doesn't seem so bad anymore?

 How do we learn?
Preventing the bad from happenning again,
requires remembering the bad,
reliving it,
daily,
like a pill.
There ways of living in which we don't
have to concern ourselves
with remembering evils done,
but simply live an existance
where water rolls down stream,
and trees grow straight and tall,
and the sun rises and sets.

 Here there is no learning,
it is doing,
breathing,
coding,
building,
but learning happens anyway.
And the balm of time feels like icy-hot,
and smiles become a treasure.

 these are times to live
and these are places to begin
never forgetting,
never remembering.
Be.


 

--binaryfoo out