I find myself reaching for dogma in order to create a kind of stability. When I notice this, another wish emerges: to free myself from dogma, from the craving for stability in a fluctuating and impermanent world.

I imagine that for every being, there exists an equally unbearable sight, such that to behold it sends the soul into a perpetual state of longing, a lifelong chase for equanimity and a sense of home, and I imagine for many it must be the sight of their newborn child, the gaze of a lover sleeping calmly; for me, this mountain in morning light.

Wondering whether Borges, De Maria, and Christ saw the same thing.