One of Richard Rohr’s Five Messages for Men—You are going to die—expresses a common misunderstanding. We do not grow and die. Our bodies do.
When something meaningful and perhaps even revelatory happens without any apparent cause, we call that a coincidence. Afterward, we’ll say it came “out of the blue,” meaning out of the depths. For every coincidence we recognize, there are a million we don’t. Everything belongs.
Life is painful. This is the first fact, sounded at birth in groanings too deep for words. If I don’t know this, I’ll devolve into that most coarsened of figures—the pleasure seeker.