The key as always is to face the sadness. The silence. The emptiness.
The key as always is to seek only the presence of God knowing that you can’t seek it. You can’t achieve it. It’s only given.
You set aside everything, you give everything up, only to realize you don’t have to. You sit in a chair and hear nothing but your own voice, and that’s it: the mystery.
Sometimes you hear the ringing that comes with silence.
There’s everything to do.
There’s nothing to do.