‘It is true that, in essence, I am ‘nothing’ – just a handful of dust, destined to go back to dust one day; or a tiny bubble, formed by a delicate film of ego of being, destined to burst suddenly some moment.
It is only love that makes something of the nothing; otherwise life does not make any sense, whatsoever, at all.
Love gives a meaning and some dimension to life. It is love that keeps life going, one moment at a time – one breath at a time. No one knows the timing of that last one breath, which could be just a breath away. Live all moments fleeting by with love till that last one moment arrives. The invisible is destined to merge back with the Invisible.’ … Bill K Koul