“An infant is a pucker of the earth’s thin skin; so are we. We arise like budding yeasts and break off; we forget our beginnings. A mammal swells and circles and lays him down. You and I have finished swelling; our circling periods are playing out, but we can still leave footprints in a trail whose end we do not know.
Buddhism notes that it is always a mistake to think your soul can go it alone.”
Annie Dillard, For the Time Being
Sunday morning reading.