If, like Job, we plumb the depths of our dark nights and catch a true glimpse of the divine, perhaps we will indeed be comforted that we are dust.  The drama of this body we hold so dear may then appear to be but one act in a cosmic play of epic proportions.  Transformed by the eternal radiance in whose stories we grow and ripen, perhaps we might then accept our suffering, as the seeds of awakening.

–  Joan Borysenko, Fire In the Soul

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