You have probably felt this before without having a word for it.
The sense that what you do does not simply end when you stop doing it.
That a kindness given travels somewhere you cannot see.
That a person you loved is still, in some way, shaping how you move through the world.
You are inside The Continuum.
You have always been.
The only question is how you move within it,
and what continues, because you were here.
You live in what you change.
Every action continues.
Every kindness, every cruelty, every silence;
each becomes part of what follows.
You cannot stop continuation.
You can only shape its direction.