I became aware of the world’s tenderness,
the profound beneficence of all that surrounded me,
the blissful bond between me and all of creation,
and I realized that the joy I sought …
breathed around me everywhere…
in the metallic yet tender drone of the wind,
in the autumn clouds bloated with rain.
I realized that the world does not represent a struggle at all…
a predaceous sequence of chance events,
but shimmering bliss,
a gift bestowed on us and unappreciated.
~Vladimir Nabokov from his story “Beneficence”