What keeps us tethered to Life?

The question I have as I enter journey space this weekend is: “What keeps us tethered to Life?” If there is no drama, no entanglement, if sensorial experiences vanish, if ambitions and goals fade—if I am simply flowing with what unfolds—what remains?

Last night, I dreamed a gruesome scene: a man whose limbs were blown off, one by one. As his body was taken from him, so went his five senses. I asked if he wanted to die and exit this reality, and he said, “No.”

I wondered what joy or benefit he could possibly find without the ability to experience or participate in life. The answer I received was that, for him, to simply be here—on Earth—is enough.