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This is a story about a lion. Well, in truth the story hasn't begun yet, and as of right now, I have no story in mind. Let us see where this goes.
The nature of fleeting things is similar to our perception of light. There is some confusion about 'can one truly attain satisfaction from the world of impermanence.' The answer, contrary to a lot of verbiage, is obviously 'yes'. With a certain understanding of fulfillment and moderation, one can easily attain satisfaction, if one knows what one is interested in having and doing, and then proceeds to go about having and doing that.
Where power comes in is where this all becomes tricky. For example, babies, unlike adult lions, such as our friend: we can call him Fonny like Fonny from Baldwin's If Beale Street Could Talk. We obviously don't HAVE to call him Fonny. I am not looking for an argument, here. Not all of us are the same. Anyways, while I believe in supporting various industries of impermanence, it is obvious that certain power structures make it very difficult to be involved with that.
Let us consider lions. Humans have a very hard time living with lions. Of course it is true, and maybe you will remember from the earlier story of The Rainbow Butterfly Pony, that humans are definitely not lions. I would definitely recommend that story over this one, for the moment, if it is stories you are looking for. There are many. We all have many, perhaps. I mean, I only have one story, forget it- this is not a discussion about stories, but about a lion, and the nature of light, and fleeting things. They pass, but rarely as fast as light passes. Sometimes we experiences flashes, which is maybe similar.
If we consider lions in the context of light, we'll notice that lions are similar to a raging fire, because they are orange, and in that they roar. This roaring is the roaring of what humans- a species prey to the family of the lion species- may consider destruction. A roar of might and strength. Similar to God's roar when He thunders, only minus the flashes.