On the cusp of Forty Years. I suppose the moment that marks an end thus a beginning, the twinkling, poised on that fateful ledge, the staccato tap, dancing into darkness, the heartbeat, sliced by that razor edge, is indeed momentous. But then, so too can be the next moment; and the next moment; and the next; and on, and on, and on.

Though the consequence of forty years as measured against one human lifetime is an expanse, that expanse of forty years as measured against the span of our Universe is barely a cusp.

I am but one human lifetime; so forty years is of consequence, and the cusp is momentous. The greater the expanse, the more momentous the cusp.

I have lived more than I will live. I am actively hopeful that my children will live more than they have lived. I am actively hopeful that Humanity will survive to become more of an expanse than a cusp.

I believe the inescapable dichotomy that is Life, is best expressed in one's acts. Words alone feel superficial. Words alone lack weight. Not because words have no value, but because words alone have no audience. Words are dots, to be connected.

Ineffable. One definition reads: “incapable of being expressed or described in words.” Is that Death? Isn't that Death? Another definition reads: “not to be spoken because of its sacredness.” Is that Life? Isn't that Life?

There is disagreement.

One is one; or one is the other.

For many, sacredness implies a divine or blessed lack of comprehension; divine in the unspoken promise of answers beyond this Life, and a lack of comprehension born of the inescapable dichotomy that is Life.

For me, sacredness is in the tangible act of creation; in this Life. Without an act of creation, there is no truth. For me, my search for truth, for purpose, for wisdom, for happiness is only possible through personal acts of creation. Life allows one, even encourages one, to create.

Thoughts lead to words. Some stop there. Thoughts to words, will never suffice. To move beyond… Thoughts lead to words lead to thoughts lead to acts. Though words alone lack weight, they are a necessary part of the equation, encouraging depth and complexity and associations and further acts of creation.

Without words, one cannot acknowledge a cusp or an expanse. Without words, one cannot consider sacredness. And though we may disagree on the lineage or ascent of sacredness, I believe there is no argument that forty years in a Lifetime is of consequence and that the cusp is momentous.

So, for me, here, on the cusp of forty years, I feel an ineffable expansive moment of sacredness.