“It happens” is more than a hackneyed sticker on a car bumper. It is the dominant motif of our existence. It vindicates every thought and defends every feeling. It upholds our absolute innocence beyond dispute, because it can be said about every single entity and eventuality of Existence. Whether it is an image in our brain, or a stutter from our lips, or a fire in our veins, or a leaf frolicking in the breeze—everything which happens just happens. And if it hurts our ego to admit our absolute ineffectiveness, well that happens too. Or if it imbues our being with the most profound sense of freedom and invulnerability, until we cry from laughter or weep from love and thankfulness—that is also known to just happen.


(from the book Here at Home)