I have a notebook with me all the time, and I begin scribbling a few words. When things are going well, the walk does not get anywhere; I finally just stop and write.

At birth, we emerge from dream soup.  At death, we sink back into dream soup.  In between soups, there is a crossing of dry land.  Life is a portage.

Isn't this planet big enough for differences?

Compassion is the capacity to understand the suffering in oneself and in the other person. If you understand your own suffering, you can help him to understand his suffering. Understanding suffering brings compassion and relief.

Written By Thich Nhat Hanh

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