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It leaves me to wonder: in one’s lifetime, does the self exert free will or do we just think we do? Can we only drift downstream, regardless of the path we take?

Maybe that is what this threshold is. Not a fixed line but a quiet practice of noticing what to carry forward and what to hold a little longer.

I used to own a lenticular ruler and was fascinated by how it worked. With a small tilt, the image would transform completely.

What remains is not the path itself, but the feeling of it. A subtle shift in how space might be entered, how attention might be held. Long after it is gone, the impression persists, soft, unresolved and difficult to name.

My recent love for gardening has prompted me to slow down, observe and appreciate.