I was thinking about writing some philosophical treatise and/or diatribe here on the nature of our lives and transition, but it turns out I don’t know what to say just yet. The short — or “TL;DR”, if you will — version is that a life without transition is a stagnant existence. One that we can not actually perceive as real and valid in the sense that we would normally use those words. Transitions from one point to another are what define motion, so without them we can’t actually be sure we’re moving — either metaphysically or physically. So that’s the primary point. The rest of the post was going to be about how to engage moments of transition in such a way that we can better determine which direction our motion takes us, but I haven’t fleshed that out entirely. More later.