“The bud disappears when the blossom breaks through, and we might say that the former is refuted by the latter; in the same way when the fruit comes, the blossom may be explained to be a false form of the plant’s existence, for the fruit appears as its true nature in place of the blossom. The ceaseless activity of their own inherent nature makes these stages moments of an organic unity, where they not merely do not contradict one another, but where one is as necessary as the other; and constitutes thereby the life of the whole.”
G.W.F. Hegel
Love Wins
The concept of organic unity helps make sense of individual human life, too. In a sense, I’ve lived four or five quite different “lives”, and yet each has grown from what preceded it almost seamlessly.
I suppose that’s one reason writing memoir or autobiography at age 30 doesn’t make much sense.
I think you’re right. I think I’ve been a bud and a blossom. Maybe now I’m a fruit. Some would certainly say I am.