There are moments when my heart swells with an overwhelming sense of beauty. I am touched by the garden, by a sunset, by the kindness of someone, or the miracle of human nature at its best, and I am able to bless the little animal dead on the road, bless the love that appears to go away, and the death that leaves the place of mother void.
That place where love is deeply felt is ignited also by splendor...not merely sorrow...but they seem to be two halves of a whole, as Kahlil Gibran said in The Prophet. While happiness is in your bed, sorrow is at the footboard, and visa versa.
Attach/non-attach - the accordion of one's heart strings - and perhaps those are the very combinations that create the symphony of life. We are not one dimensional. We are not one note. We are all of it.