O my companion, Worldly comfort is an illusion, As soon you get it, it goes.
If living on fruits and water is of superior merit, monkeys and fish will go to heaven before men.
I know a cure for sadness: Let our hands touch something that makes your eyes smile.
Some praise me, some blame me. I go the other way.
What is beyond the mind, has no boundary, In it our senses end.
But tonight I finally made the connection that change always strolled hand in hand with loss, with upheaval, and that I would always feel it keenly because in the end, I did not live under the same sky as most other people. (p179)