The sun emerges above the horizon, and then descends.
It is as it should be.
The tide comes in, flushing the sand on the shore.
And then recedes….as it does.
Winter gives way to Spring.
Summer, to Autumn.
It is as it should be.
It is the way of physicality, constant transformation.
Flow, change, recycling and movement.
And suffering?
Is resistance to that.
