The universe is grand, endless and timeless, and yet all of it exists in one molecule of liquid, a tear in the corner of your eye on a dusty afternoon.
Rain against the window. The sound of my wife laughing in another room. A sadness for the mounting grief in the world. Things that tell me I am still alive.
Handling our suffering is an art. If we know how to suffer, we suffer much less, and we're no longer afraid of being overwhelmed by the suffering inside.
-Thich Nhat Hanh
To experience emptiness is not a descent into an abyss of nothingness but a recovery of freedom.