I guess when it rains it pours. I have owned my new car for a little over 48 hours now. Walked out this morning and somebody had hit the passenger side, denting both the front and rear doors. No note, no nothing. What the hell is wrong with people? I keep trying to tell myself that it is just a car, but I am pissed none the less. What is so quacking hard about doing the right thing and owning up to your mistakes? I am beside myself.
Yet it is in this loneliness that the deepest activities begin. It is here that you discover act without motion, labor that is profound repose, vision in obscurity, and, beyond all desire, a fulfillment whose limits extend to infinity.
~ Thomas Merton ~