miracle of feeling Each of us is a little miracle of feeling. Cast into the water at birth, now we are on our own. The cruel justice of this world teaches that not all of us will survive. Some of the best among us will succumb, perhaps through no fault of their own, perhaps through a slip of fate. It is always the most beautiful who are brought down, the most able who suffer; and yet, not to live well is not to live. Let us live in this world together, and drink in the joy of each other, while we have time. Death has its fascination. In an instant it is over, and all this can be laid down. It is hard to imagine larger burdens after death, a more difficult fate. Balance in this world means living in the presence of death, walking hand in hand with death throughout our days. Death is our oldest friend, the one who never abandons us, our eternal home. We are here in this world temporarily, that is all it is possible to say. That makes us its caretakers. That makes us responsible somehow. Life has no outcome, but is its own outcome: life is an end in itself. It is not a part of a plan, there is no agenda. We are responsible for living well, only because to do otherwise would be ungraceful, discourteous and a waste of time. Let us celebrate this brief moment of consciousness.
	location: Oakland, California date: Fall 1994 average rating: [not rated] your rating (0-10):