“Something as subtle as scent pushes through me and I drown, for an instant, in the beauty. It's awe, as thoughtless as joy. not my joy, but Joy. Joy that is and will be whether I am here to sense it or not. And for a breath, for only a moment, I believe this Joy to be the true nature of all that is. I would believe this world has no meaning, no soul. But I see this sky and taste this air and I held my child and I watched him cry his first breath. If the universe is nothing but rock and fire and the rules of physics, why does it hurt up and down and as far as it stretches? If I am being punished- God, Father, Mother, All- if I am being punished, let me see my sin. Please. Let me see this somehow makes sense and the world is not just stone and death at its heart.” GodDeathJoyNatureLossGriefBeautyCreation Book:Hollow Source: Hollow