Ever since I was a kid, I have been amazed that anything exists at all.

It is completely incomprehensible, whether what we are is awake to itself or not.

How can something come from nothing, even if this something is just the play of nothingness?

It was an unforgettable experience to see Marcel Marceau live a few years back. More than almost anyone I can think of, he was able to remind me of the magic of everyday life, and evoke the wonder and awe of the innocent child that is still here in each of us - revealed when the grip on beliefs and identities are released for a moment.

In the receptive mind and heart is appreciation for life, as it is here and now. And we love those who remind us of that.