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The following is a close paraphrase of something I overheard either at
Zen Center or at a math seminar. I scribbled it down and later
typed the notes into my journal.
 
"Nothing stands in isolation; everything asserts an influence upon everything
else. Just as few things can be considered pure, nothing is absolute. Within
the darkness of sorrow lie the seeds for happiness and contentment. Thus,
everything contains the seeds of its opposite."
 
In the Strata of Sorrow
Amongst the valleys and canyons of grief,
we seek wildflowers of joy, tho we search
within granite nooks and crannies.
Sunshine (and happiness) is secreted there
tucked deeply within the strata of sorrow.
Waiting to be found.
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