“Do you believe in miracles?” If by ‘miracle’ you mean a moment of unalloyed normalcy, of low-shouldered sublimity, of pure being empty of past and future, then yes, I do. If you mean an event when Nature is briefly persuaded to suspend one of her laws, then no, I don’t.
When we die, we cease to identify ourselves with a body. We die before we die when we realize we are not the body. Then we are nobodies, the walking dead, absolutely fearless, radically normal.
The true man is quiet. He does not want things to be different than they are.
The most prevalent and inhibitive form of mental dis-ease? Worry, fear of the future, so common it’s thought to be normal. Well, imagine a dog if it compulsively worried about the future. The next time a worry thought floats to the surface, observe it closely. Don’t react to it, just observe it. When you watch a thought, you are out of the thought. Houdini unchained.
When conflict rages and confusion abounds, normal describes the few, not the many.