Most of what matters, in any life or any relation, is not the dramatic pluck. It is the ordinary decision, again and again, not to let the good that is already here go to zero. The integral does not

Most of what matters, in any life or any relation, is not the dramatic pluck. It is the ordinary decision, again and again, not to let the good that is already here go to zero.

The integral does not require a special occasion. It only requires that someone, somewhere, keeps choosing not to terminate it.

There is room on the bench.

The string is still vibrating.

Let it stay → ∞ ❤️