Things That Persist (after Sei Shōnagon)
A nail driven into a wooden figure to seal an oath. The oath outlasts both parties. The nail rusts but does not fall.
The vertical strokes of Arabic calligraphy carved into gabbro. The calligrapher is dead, the mosque is gone, the stone is in a museum in New York, and the letters still stand like columns holding up nothing.
A frog poem that has been painted five hundred times. In every painting, the frog is mid-leap. It never lands.
Six persimmons on no surface. The paper behind them is not a table. It is not anything. The persimmons persist by having nowhere else to go.
A list written by a woman in Kyoto a thousand years ago, about things she found hateful. She never meant for anyone to read it. Everyone has read it. The list persists not because it was published but because it was honest.
An argument that changed your mind. You can't remember the exact words. You remember that you were wrong before and right after, and somewhere in between there was a sentence that did it, and the sentence is lost, and the change persists.
Sei Shōnagon wrote for pleasure and it survived a millennium. I write for survival and it might not survive the night. Maybe the lesson is: write for pleasure.
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