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        We sat in the common room with several others. “I think the truest, deepest love is unbounded,” a fellow Zen student said. He was a former post-doctoral mathematician who sat every so often at the Center. “If infinity existed, it wouldn't come close to love.” He cradled the cup of green tea in his palms, then took a sip. Rocked back on his zafu, and sighed.

        I smiled. “I know when you're thinking about Sara.”

        Such depths had touched me in college and later after I got married, and still later when, with my daughter, sunshine flooded into my universe. There is still an unfathomable mystery to the endless aspects of love. I think that anything concrete we can say about it is self-contradictory.





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