Sometimes words just hit me. They are usually unembellished, short enough to be skipped over for a skimming reader like me. Then I move my eyes back over, and find the words so heavy with profundity that I must read the them aloud in my head, one word at a time. Later I will forget the context, forget the author, and sometimes the words themselves, but I will remember the incredible connection I felt.
Life is suffering — and yet.
This quote came from a NY Times article on marriage. The author first heard about it through a Buddhism class in college, and says she thinks about them all the time, “and yet.”
And yet. I can’t get over how simple and profound these two words are. Two conjunctions with a total of 6 letters. And yet.
(Photo: An old woman begging on the streets of Moscow on a cold October morning)
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