Change (n.) is made sense out of only by plunging into it, moving with it, and joining the dance.
Change (n.) is in a sense an illusion, since we always stand at the point from which any future can take us.
Change (n.) comes whether we like it or not, and the more we resist, the more it hurts.
Change (n.) is the beauty of life, as of music: hold any note longer than its time and the melody is lost.
Change (n.) and death are necessary parts of life's flow, so to work for their exclusion is to work against life.
Change (n.) can never be made sensible by "fixing" it; the only way is to plunge in, move with it, and join the dance.