after me and before me

I saw a quite-nice production of Lillian Hellman’s The Autumn Garden yesterday, and in my usual Jungian
way searched for some aspect of my own personal mythology among the
characters. Oddly enough, it was General Griggs who, upon cresting his
own arc in the last act, realized: “So at any given moment you’re only
the sum of your life up to then. There are no big moments you can reach
unless you’ve got a pile of smaller moments to stand on.”

Oh, yes, yes, indeed. The trick, I suspect, is gathering all those
small moments together in such a way that they can support you.