My idol, Ms. Moon, pointed the way to the Tearful Dishwasher, and the below quote is part of a response to a damn comment on his blog. If you get such ripe wisdom in a comment, you can imagine the beauty of the posts. Check it out here: http://thedishwasherstears.blogspot.com/ You won't be sorry.
Thank you Ms. Moon!
Honestly, I don't know what the fuck is going on here, with any of it.
I will tell you one thing, though. When we was in our fighting class this weekend, and it was hailing and throwing lighting off like mad, this guy come over to me while I was shivering and bleeding and he says, "Hey, lets roll out this tarp I got and we'll make us a little bitty old house out of it, and we can stand in the lee of it and gain us some shelter from the storm."
Which we did.
And it was good. And there was a brother on the ground who stood up with us, and next to me I could feel him shivering and his teeth chattering, and I stood as close to him as I could so he could feel me there, and soak up some of the heat I was throwing off.
And if that is not the purpose of being a living fucking human bean, I don't know what it is.
And that is who you are, and who I am, and I venture that all who come this way and read here are of the same ilk.
We can see each other even in the darkest night, which is the great gift of our compassion.