Three years ago today Aidan died.
Passage 11 of the Daodejing is turning in my head today;
Thirty spokes gathered at each hub:
absence makes the cart work.
A storage jar fashioned our of clay:
absence makes the jar work.
Door and windows cut in a house:
absence makes the house work.
Presence give things their value,
but absence makes them work.
absence makes the cart work.
A storage jar fashioned our of clay:
absence makes the jar work.
Door and windows cut in a house:
absence makes the house work.
Presence give things their value,
but absence makes them work.
Aidan's presence certainly gave my life a new value, and his absence continues to animate me.
The Useless Tree 
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