Even prior to the
I was aware of the aesthetics of detail. I enjoyed the just
so-ness of things. But I wasn't yet detail orientated.
Although I had an appreciation for detail, there was an aspect of me
which didn't want to confront detail at all or be responsible for it,
an aspect which regarded handling detail as an unnecessary chore. When
that aspect ruled, I'd have no attention on detail. Its credo was
"Don't sweat the small stuff.". But the trouble with that,
as Life eventually proves, is it's all small stuff.
when my life was
what became clear to me with regard to handling detail is there are
only two mandatory measures to true* to: immaculate and
I found myself paying extremely close attention to every component
particle of the
while its function was being explained to me during the
When my time came to
I was again minutely fascinated by every button, every buckle and
other details of my harness and skydiving gear.
Paying close attention to detail goeswith life working
may have said).
I became aware of minute details of my equipment during the skydiving
intensive - threads, specks, patterns in the weaving of the reserve
pack, and similarly fine details of the harness and
gear when I came to put them on. So pointed did my attention become
that a focus, which allowed me to notice everyone and everything
around me in intimate detail, became spontaneously enlivened. It was
both pleasing and refreshing, a perceptual opening, a melting away of
mists from my field of vision.
If I paid as much attention to detail in my daily life as I paid to my
while preparing for
my life would work infinitely better. From now on, I will live as if
my life depends on it.
It's a stretch, on almost every level imaginable, to step out of the
door of a perfectly good Piper Cherokee 6, two and a half thousand feet
up in the sky. I did, and in doing so I altered my life and how Life
shows up for me.
stand the test of time. In the new realm of possibility where
don't get old or obsolete or out of date. This
in handling detail, spoken in 1983, is total, is complete, and is
forever. There's nothing else to say about it or add to it. All there
is to do is live its possibility: the possibility of being immaculate