May 27, 2026

Forgetting oneself is not a mystical act, it is an ordinary act of love.

Moore wrote this while reflecting on what it means to tend to the soul in daily life, not through dramatic transformation, but through small, repeated acts of attention. He was pushing back against a culture obsessed with self-improvement and quick results. For Moore, patience was not waiting — it was returning, again and again, to what actually matters. That idea is still worth sitting with, especially when progress feels invisible.