“In the heart of Emptiness there is a mysterious impulse, mysterious because there is
actually nothing in the heart of Emptiness (for there is nothing in Emptiness, period).
Yet, there it is, this mysterious impulse, the impulse to … create.
To sing, to shine, to radiate; to send forth, reach out, and celebrate; to sing and shout
and walk about; to effervesce and bubble over, this mysterious exuberance in the heart of Emptiness.” – Ken Wilbur, from “The Taste”
“We wonder and ponder; are we simple accidents of Nature or complex re-creations of Mystery?” ~ Sue Rosenbloom