Sometimes I feel that to give a cup of tea to a homeless person is truer and more worthwhile than to write 10,000 words about the meaning of life, and the complexities of humanity, and the deepest purpose of the universe.
For when all our mental abstractions have tumbled …
… and our shiny word-towers have fallen and crumbled …
… and the last hypnotic lights of our screens have faded away …
… what is left, really, other than the person in front of us, and our capacity to treat them with kindness?
Soulful Thoughts 