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\u201cWhat if you had the chance to live your life again and again, until you finally got it right? What if there were second chances? And third chances? In fact an infinite number of chances to live your life? Would you eventually be able to save the world from its own inevitable destiny? And would you even want to?\u201d <\/em> Would you be able to live a better life according to any desired metrics if you had multiple chances instead of only one shot? <\/em> None of us could have the many lives that Ursula had in the book. But we are free to free ourselves from the shackles of this life. Do not get me wrong. By that, I mean, we are free to make changes and start something new in one corner of our life, however small and inconsequential it might seem at the time. The number of monarch butterflies overwintering in Pacific Grove has dropped drastically recent years. For the last two years, I did not have the good fortune of spotting any clusters of them. I learned that it takes four generations, each generation going through four stages of life cycle: the egg, the caterpillar, the chrysalis, and the adult butterfly, along the migration route from north to south each year. Many factors could critically affect their chances of survival and reaching overwintering sites. The devastating wildfire in Northern California destroyed the natural forestry that the third generation of monarch butterflies relied on enroute to Pacific Grove in 2017. Subsequently fewer monarch butterflies (of the fourth generation) were present at the sanctuary in the peak viewing time, as informed by one docent. Given that we can neither be Ursula (with multiple lives of variable lengths and variable versions) nor a monarch butterfly (short lived but multiple generations per year), what shall I do with mine? What will you do with yours? A bit more laughter, on the ridge or in the trough, I will start there. <\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Metaphorically speaking, it has taken me a couple of \u201clife after life\u201d to read this book. I started reading it in the Spring of 2018, went through multiple iterations of \u201cpause, resume\u201d. I hit obstacles (elsewhere), fell over and picked myself up, occasionally with bruises. Being clumsy or graceful, either has its beauty. Who cares … Continue reading Life After Life<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1212","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-books"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/paFL7T-jy","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dongpingzhang.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1212","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dongpingzhang.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dongpingzhang.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dongpingzhang.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dongpingzhang.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1212"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/www.dongpingzhang.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1212\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1216,"href":"http:\/\/www.dongpingzhang.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1212\/revisions\/1216"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dongpingzhang.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1212"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dongpingzhang.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1212"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dongpingzhang.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1212"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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\u201cDon\u2019t you wonder sometimes,\u201d Ursula said. \u201cIf just one small thing had been changed, in the past, I mean. If Hitler had died at birth, or if someone had kidnapped him as a baby and brought him up in\u2014I don\u2019t know, say, a Quaker household\u2014surely things would be different.\u201d<\/em>
He had trained in Vienna (\u201cwhere else?\u201d) but trod, he said, his own path. He was no one\u2019s disciple, he said, although he had studied \u201cat the feet of all of the teachers. One must nose forward,\u201d he said. \u201cNudge one\u2019s way through the chaos of our thoughts. Unite the divided self.\u201d<\/em>
No point in thinking, you just have to get on with life. We only have one after all, we should try and do our best. We can never get it right, but we must try.<\/em>
Life wasn’t about becoming, was it? It was about being.<\/em>
I feel as if I\u2019m waiting for something dreadful to happen, and then I realize it already has.<\/em>
Most people muddled through events and only in retrospect realized their significance.<\/em>
Whatever happens to you, embrace it, the good and the bad equally. Death is just one more thing to be embraced.<\/em>
You can step in the same river but the water will always be new.<\/em>
Pamela’s life would go on after she was dead, her descendants spreading through the world like the waters of a delta, but when Ursula died she would simply end. A stream that ran dry.<\/em>
\u201cWell, we all get on,\u201d Sylvie said, \u201cone way or another. And in the end we all arrive at the same place. I hardly see that it matters how we get there.\u201d It seemed to Ursula that how you got there was the whole point.<\/em>
In her head she\u2019s always on the stage. She is her own theatre. <\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n