How is my hand different from the rock that is within it? Does my hand send sensations to my brain or does the rock? The entire universe is within me, and within you. But these two universes are different, from you to me, and from moment to moment. What should we make of this? Is the universe mutable or is it the experience of it? And when one of us ceases to be, is the universe itself changed? If so, does lost friendship change the universe as certainly as lost life? It surely must.
What are we to make of this mystery of self, life and substance? Whence nurturing, love, commitment, the ties that bind?