When I live by the labels I apply to what I see, then death is the opposite of life, darkness the opposite of light, and love the opposite and only cure for hate. That voice speaks loudly of suffering here, and is strident indeed. Right thought, right action, and life are not limited by those theoretical divisions, but uniquely fit each moment of existence, every moment of now. Sometimes with the large voice of thunder and lightning obliterating the dead trees (making room for new life), at other times in the even larger silence of freshly fallen snow, or the whisper of the breeze through the leaves that echoes long into the future. Fortunately, only the temporary can end! The whole is so much more than the labels I applied to the parts...
On Dec 17, 2022 Ted wrote :