There is great joy in knowing you can make nothing. I was sitting beside the river yesterday, allowing the balm of natural beauty to do its kind work upon my soul and me. It suddenly dawned on me that there was nothing here that I could make. Then, like a twinkling of lightning in me, I was lit up with the joy of this thought; in all the glorious beauty of the universe, there was nothing I could make, no single part of it. What great joy of knowing that all this beauty was made, every leaf, star, and cloud. It was created with no help, not a single moment of thinking or doing by a single human in all the worlds, added a single, tiny, itty bitty part of it. It is just here. I sat by the river, slowly moving in front of the mountains, below a lapis sky as green grass cooled my feet, and birds fluttered everywhere, and was filled with wisdom. This is all a gift.
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