Tradition demands constant conversion. It's no easy task! Tradition requires a perpetual effort. And indeed, the most important effort of all: that of not forgetting. Tradition is of little use for remembering; its primary purpose is to prevent forgetting. It loses its certainty when it becomes beholden to memory.
Tradition is like the condor when memory flits about on the wind like a butterfly. Like the condor, tradition lives with unwavering loyalty. Like the condor, tradition can die of love. Like the condor, everything it generates needs time to take flight and establish itself. Like the condor, it demands lofty perspectives from thought.
Tradition exists in a pendulum-like movement, swinging from the meaning it has transmitted since its origin to the understanding of that meaning filtered through the lens of the present. It is full of gems. Tradition always inaugurates a new intimacy. It gives birth to a revealed secret.
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