Touching Life (a Postcard from Ulysses to Telemachus)
Truth is nothing more than putting your hands on life. Touch and be open to touching. The whole thing is like a ship: an arrangement, a coming together. If some piece of the ship suddenly decided it didn’t want to touch the pieces around it, the ship would fall apart. We are like that sometimes. We don’t want to touch what is there and don’t want what is there to touch us. We fall to pieces and drift or sink. But if you touch and remain open to touching, everything is there for the journey of the moment. You are steered as if by invisible hands, blown by wind sent by gods and goddesses, rowed by an unseen crew. Your only job is to remain awake.