Desire is broken.  And that’s a good thing.  Providing the cast of desire was the pursuit of an illusion. But what of those delicious, reassuring somewhat illusionary assurances of love that can shelter you through the hurt of this life and into the fog of beyond?

Hunger is shattered.  And that’s good thing.  Providing that the urge to eat was overly-contrived beyond any genuine metabolic need.  But what of the smell of popcorn wafting one’s way?  Or the spoon with frosting, or bowl of raw cookie dough begging for a taste?

Judgment is suspended.  And that’s a good thing.  Providing that the flight to a conclusion was the over-reaction to a misperception of  another’s intent to innocently act, not attack.  But what of the fierceness of the true warrior in facing the most formidable and irreconciling enemy? 

Ah, judgment is even better debarred then.

Empty your boat entirely and you’ll sail thereafter forever unchallenged around the world.