Today, I made my own batch of rice.

I wonder if the universe thinks--if there is some great entity beyond, above, below, within, without: anywhere. Some thing, some one that may know better and more than we could ever know--that has the foresight and knowledge to provoke the greatly pronounced words in minds found in the tumultuous murmur of everything in its right place.
Life is perfectly suited for nothing but life itself. The struggle that pulls us apart is the struggle we share.