Things happen. The only illusion is that there appears to be a distance between the words that describe what happens and what actually happens. That is all. Outside of our descriptions, life still happens. In the presence of it’s happening there are no words. Only the happening. And it’s only in descriptions that we give limited ownership and causation to what happens. In the actual happening, the whole is always there. The sun and the air and the sky are always within any occurrence. But rarely does our description mention them…