Storage

People pass through the world once. There are no do-overs. There is no time to spare. There is no room for exclusion, for that which is excluded is irretrievably lost. I have seen in my life people who consciously exclude, who actually make the decision to do so. I cannot understand it. How can anything or anyone in existence be determined to so completely lack value? How does it happen that people find their space, their compassion, their very freedom so very limited? And by what? Where is the boundary, how has it come to exist? It is as if life had somehow grown its own box. It is as if life were a hard drive with a certain nonnegotiable capacity for storage. One apparently reaches the limit. One apparently becomes numb. I don't understand it. I think each one of us is more like a sky. Or anyway, I wish we were.