Why do you want to shut out of your life any uneasiness, any misery, any depression, since after all you don't know what work these conditions are doing inside you? Why do you want to persecute yourself with the question of where all this is coming from and where it is going? Since you know, after all, that you are in the midst of transitions and you wished for nothing so much as to change. If there is anything unhealthy in your reactions, just bear in mind that sickness is the means by which an organism frees itself from what is alien; so one must simply help it to be sick, to have its whole sickness and to break out with it, since that is the way it gets better.
I don't know what despair is, if it's something or nothing, a kind of filling up or an emptying out. I don't know what sorrow does to the world, what it adds or takes away. What I think I do know now is that sorrow is part of the Earth's great cycles, flowing into the night like cool air sinking down a river course. To feel sorrow is to float on the pulse of the Earth, the surge from living to dying, from coming into being to ceasing to exist.
From microorganisms to churning storms, we are repeatedly humbled. As impermanent articulations of a much larger body, our lives are an invitation none of us can refuse to participate in the co-dreaming of possible worlds. Regardless of what we are doing or how we are doing it, we are always participatory. And as such, I find asking questions to be a most delicious way of dancing with the uncontrollable. Questions like: What happens when we stop trying to live forever, and instead say yes to a hybridized consciousness whose composted excrement enables the growth of the unforeseen? What other astonishing shapes are gestating inside the entangled agency of this worlds current form? And, can we surrender to the distributed intelligence that lives inside the transformative gaze of the chthonic-ally divine?