Conversations For Transformation:
Essays Inspired By The Ideas Of Werner Erhard
Conversations For Transformation
Essays By Laurence Platt
Inspired By The Ideas Of Werner Erhard
Musings On The Permanent Impermanence Of
St Valentine's Day, February 14, 2016
"You and I possess within ourselves, at every
of our lives,
the quality of our lives."
is the space in which the event
"If you don't take it out into
you didn't get it in the first place."
Musings On The Permanent Impermanence Of
is the companion piece to
Standing In The River.
It is also the seventh in a group of seven written on
St Valentine's Day:
It is also the sequel to
in that order.
- A Man In The Crowd
- The Friends Of The Landmark Forum In
There are those things which garner a lot of our
(everyone's talking about them, and everything's focused on them) for
what seems like it'll be forever. Then, looking back at them from some
point in the
you ask yourself "Whatever
to (fill in the blank)?". Those once epitomes of ubiquity, have
disappeared. And when they disappeared, they disappeared so quickly and
so thoroughly you didn't even notice they were gone, and neither did
you notice exactly when they went. They were there. Then they weren't.
Fashion fads, for example. The paisley shirts and the bell-bottomed
jeans were relegated to a box in the attic, then ended up in a garage
sale. White Zinfandel. Politicians' promises. Tastes in popular
35¢ a gallon gasoline. Segregationist regimes (ask
They come - they go.
qualify for that category? Really. Does it? Does it come and go? Is it
a fad? Forty five years later (that's both forty five continuous
calendar years later, as well as forty five continuous
experiential years later) it's OK to say it's not a fad -
not unless you're also going to call breathing a fad. Yet built into
the nature of
and in particular, built in to the very nature of the
coming-then-going-ness (if you will). It's even really
(ie quite typical) for the experience of
to come, and then for it to go away again. Allow me to qualify this
assertion so we're
about what it implies.
comes and goes continuously - ongoingly, daily, if not
hourly, if not every minute. That's what it does.
When you get it, you get
Then it goes away, perhaps imperceptibly, so imperceptibly that you may
not even notice it's gone ie that you may not even notice you haven't
it anymore. But then, as soon as you notice (ie as soon as you
you don't have it any more, you can choose to generate it again. When
you generate it again, it's back - as if it was always there ie as if
it never went away. People ie us / we are ongoingly
- not to the degree that
has somehow become permanently imbued in our lives and so it never goes
away, but rather we're ongoingly
to the degree that we're willing to re-generate
again quickly as soon as we notice it's gone.
By its very
(it would seem),
comes and goes ... and comes and goes ... and comes ...
and goes. And also by its very nature (so it would seem),
permanence is always here. Wait!
can this be?
can it come and go and yet be permanent? Here's
once you've experienced it, it's
always had, has, and always will have permanence like a
possibility - that is to say its permanence lives in our
always ongoing possibility of generating and re-generating
and you and I have that possibility ie that
at every moment of our lives,
under all circumstances
may have said).
To those who say "Yeah but ... I
for a while - and then it went away" (like those paisley shirts and
bell-bottomed jeans), I say "No, it didn't.
was you stopped generating it. When you
it for the first
I assert you also
you can generate it any
you like, didn't you? And then you just stopped generating it. That's
That's all. And you always have the possibility of generating it again
- any time you like. You always have that
began for me when
I met Werner
nearly thirty eight years ago. Something became possible for me
in that meeting
which life had only hinted at before, the outcome of which was I
for my own life, for peoples' lives, and for
- not like a new fad nor like another popular new
nor even like another good idea but as an access to, and
an expression of
who I really am
who we really
nearly thirty eight years ago,
has come and gone, and come and gone, and come and gone again many,
many times every day, every hour, indeed every minute of my life ...
and I'm still