I'm going to butcher this but I like the Buddhist story about the blind turtle, in the ocean, searching for a floating ring. The turtle dives down and pops up and tries to put its head through the ring. The odds of that are nearly impossible and that's the odds of you being here right now.
What comes to mind for me is death: the fact that it all ends, or changes.
I'm going to butcher this but I like the Buddhist story about the blind turtle, in the ocean, searching for a floating ring. The turtle dives down and pops up and tries to put its head through the ring. The odds of that are nearly impossible and that's the odds of you being here right now.
I'm gonna think about that next time I see a turtle.