What is the sense. The sense is being. The grain of sand in the desert. That is. If it slides down into the dark dune valley, then it is guided. If it blows up to the sunny ridge, then it follows its destiny. A hundred years perhaps buried in the dark interior, only to shine again in the light for a few days or just hours…. And becoming ever smaller and ever finer…. That is the path. That is being guided. That is the meaning. This is surrender and security.
The ego reads this and begins to sweat….