Tradition requires constant conversion. It's no picnic! Tradition demands constant effort. And even the most important effort: that of not forgetting. Tradition is of little use for remembering; it serves primarily to not forget. It loses its confidence when it shows itself to be indebted to memory.
Tradition is identified with the condor when memory flutters in the wind like a butterfly. Like the condor, tradition lives with fidelity rooted in the body. Like the condor, tradition can die of love. Like the condor, everything it generates requires time to take flight and assert itself. Like the condor, it requires altitude for thought.
Tradition exists in a pendulum movement that goes from the meaning it transmits since its origin to the understanding of this meaning sifted through the present. It is not lacking in nuggets. Tradition always inaugurates a new intimacy. It gives birth to a revealed secret.
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