As you lie there. And every particle of your skin has weight. Now think about this, every atom inside of your body having the weight of one feather, of less than a feather, of less than a grain of sand, of the smallest nothing that was something. A million of them, a billion of them, a number that becomes so large, it has no significance. It is lost. [I feel sad for lost numbers sometimes. Has there ever been a number to which absolutely no one has assigned value?] And numbers and values become mixed and intertwined, and your own body becomes a piece of vast complexity.

So you lie there. And every finger feels glued to the surface it rests on. As does your back. As does the hair on your head. Your calves. Your shoulder blades. Your heels and your thighs. Rooted to the floor, to the bed, to the ground, to the couch. And you stare with your eyes open wide. And your heart is a broken dam. 

And you lie there. And every thought is connected with an emotion and every emotion is connected with a thought. Spirit and soul and mind and heart and strength and hope and faith and laughter and tears and loveliness and grace and comfort and love and who has words for it all? I don’t feel like trying, but I have realized that Goodness is not feeble. There is a fervent and vigorous force behind that which is truly Good.