Noticing the paw-prints my cat has left in the dust on my bookshelf on a rainy November day like truly nothing has ever harmed me in a meaningful way. my consciousness as a being distinct from the world is a temporary & fragile construction and some day i shall return to the source and drift in the blissful void but until then the world! the world! is beautiful and sweet! and the evidence of this small soft sharp creature is all my soul needs to feel at peace.