Isn’t all this miraculous? Why not wonder at the multitudes we contain and intertwining of living and inanimate matter? How glorious to be alive and willing to ponder it all and not shrink from any of it. We are the universe perceiving itself in all its messy mindless chaos and miraculous organization. I am not horrified with life but find it a great reassurance against the idiocy and wretchedness that is human striving and distraction. There may be horror if you look for it, but wonder is there as well.

“The self, the place where we live, is a place of illusion. Goodness is connected with the attempt to see the unself… to pierce the veil of selfish consciousness and join the world as it really is,”

Iris Murdoch 

“The most precious gift we can offer anyone is our attention. When mindfulness embraces those we love, they will bloom like flowers.”

Thich Nhat Hanh