Cattāri Brahmavihārā

Having spent all day working I come to the eight o’clock hour spent like a soiled birthday candle. Although I never noticed it before, this year the weather has been exerting quite an inuaspicious influence upon my mood and my perception. And yet, nothing about any of this is stable, certain or immutable. It is as if the ongoing crisis in my business has ruptured the membrane of delusion that kkept me cocooned in the tacit misunderstanding that things never deviate too far from where they are right now. And, though I would like to say it were so, I actually am thankful to know the untruth of that delusion right into my bones. Sabbe satta sabba dukkha pamuccantu.