We join spokes together in a wheel, but it is the center hole that makes the wagon move.We shape clay into a pot, but is the emptiness inside that holds whatever we want.We hammer wood for a house, but it is the inner space that makes it liveable.We work with being, but non-being is what we use.
The cure for despair is not hope. It’s discovering what we want to do about something we care about.
Margaret Wheatley