There are more ways to fill the holes than there are holes to fill.
Feeling empty is not such a bad thing. Not really. It is, however, almost unbearably uncomfortable. Excruciating. Especially when you are an inheritor of our bizarre and insane Western mindset. Look at all that life out there out your window, that weirdness that operates at a frequency not designed for you. That's the result of our mindset.
|The nine-foot-high sculpture Wild Man by Ron Mueck,|
lives at McClelland Sculpture Park in Langwarrin, Victoria.
Sometimes I suspect that the terrifying emptiness is the most fullest thing there is. And that's why it's so terrifying.
Walking around feeling empty with your hands open is the most exquisite kind of vulnerability there is. You will feel like your heart is being ripped open out of your ribcage and that you will disintegrate into a pile of shavings on the floor.
And then so often you find that the audacity of your open-handedness has been rewarded by the immortals and suddenly, against all of your unbelief, like a flood, suddenly again you are filled.