“If we haven’t forgiven, we keep creating an identity around our pain, and that is what is reborn. That is what suffers.”
The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.
—John Muir (via wichmanart)