Finding Pushkin

Before the year ended, the energies took a turn all in the other direction and boy, was the light so bright. I shouldn't be talking like that—so out of this world—but that's just what it is. At times I feel as if I really can save the entire world, bursting into a thousand shards like thousand-armed Avalokitesvara and helping a thousand beings at once. And then, thinking like that while walking, I'd trample onto a snail in my mindlessness and realise the mortality of my existence: I am still human. Poor, poor snail; but life has its cycles, and even now I am killing some microscopic germ somewhere in my body. I looked at my hands again, and asked myself if I am capable of changing lives. I think I can, maybe not a thousand, but one at a time. But some days I despise myself, for it comes at the expense of some other life I cannot help while helping another at the same time...

I pray that each may find a light to guide him somewhere along the way.