The beauty, the meaning, the wonder of this is its meaninglessness. All the time we are separate, we long to find what is missing. There is nothing missing. It is all right here, available to absolutely every apparent individual, no matter whether they've been praying and meditating on the mountaintop or shlepping away in a dusty field or drunk and stoned under a bridge somewhere. The story is beautiful and compelling; it just unfolds. I see my children supporting each other in their small but overwhelming trials; my heart sings, I think "I've gotten it right with them", but even in the joyous parts of the story there is more underlying it.
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