“The all-powerful Zahir seemed to be born with every human being and to gain full strength in childhood, imposing rules that would thereafter always be respected:

 

People who are different are dangerous; they belong to another tribe; they want our lands and our women.

 

We must marry, have children, reproduce the species.

 

Love is only a small thing, enough for one person, and any suggestion that the heart might be larger than this may seem perverse.

 

When we are married we are authorised to take possession of the other person, body and soul.

 

We must do jobs we detest because we are part of an organised society, and if everyone did what they wanted to do, the world would come to a standstill.

 

We must buy jewelry; it identifies us with our tribe.

 

We must be amusing at all times and sneer at those who express their real feelings; it's dangerous for a tribe to allow its members to show their feelings.

 

We must at all costs avoid saying no because people prefer those who always say yes, and this allows us to survive in hostile territory.

 

What other people think is more important than what we feel.

 

Never make a fuss--it might attract the attention of an enemy tribe.

 

If you behave differently you will be expelled from the tribe because you could infect others and destroy something that was extremely difficult to organise in the first place.

 

We must always consider the look of our new cave, and if we don't have a clear idea of our own, then we must call a decorator who will do his best to show others what good taste we have.

 

We must eat three meals a day, even if we're not hungry, and when we fail to fit the current ideal of beauty we must fast, even if we're starving.

 

We must dress according to the dictates of fashion, make love whether we feel like it or not, kill in the name of our country, wish time away so that retirement comes more quickly, elect politicians, complain about the cost of living, change our hair-style, criticise anyone who is different, go to a religious service on Sunday, Saturday or Friday, depending on our religion, and there beg forgiveness for our sins and puff ourselves up with pride because we know the truth and despise he other tribe, who worship false gods.

 

Our children must follow in our footsteps; after all we are older and know more about the world.

 

We must have a university degree even if we never get a job in the area of knowledge we were forced to study. 

 

We must never make our parents sad, even if this means giving up everything that makes us happy. 

 

We must play music quietly, talk quietly, weep in private, because I am the all-powerful Zahir, who lays down the rules and determines the meaning of success, the best way to love, the importance of rewards.” 

-Paulo Coelho, The Zahir

 

 

 

Around us, life bursts with miracles--a glass of water, a ray of sunshine, a leaf, a caterpillar, a flower, laughter, raindrops. If you live in awareness, it is easy to see miracles everywhere. Each human being is a multiplicity of miracles. Eyes that see thousands of colours, shapes, and forms; ears that hear a bee flying or a thunderclap; a brain that ponders a speck of dust as easily as the entire cosmos; a heart that beats in rhythm with the heartbeat of all beings. When we are tired and feel discouraged by life's daily struggles, we may not notice these miracles, but they are always there.
― Thich Nhat Hanh

It's been a very warm, dry summer; the second-driest Ontario has seen since 1937. Saturday morning, Toronto's temperature was higher than Mumbai's. 

This weekend, however, in this region at least, we had some heavy, sustained rain, and it was like the landscape woke up from a refreshing sleep. 

Damage done, though: more than a few trees have already taken on their autumn colours and dropped their leaves, because they are under so much stress from the drought.

 

I saw two bears this past week; they will be looking for food as well, since all of the wild berries have dried up.