…this stone is a stone, it is also animal, it is also god, it is also Buddha. I do not venerate and love it because it could turn into this or that, but rather because it is already and always everything– and it is this very fact, that it is a stone, that it appears to me now and today as a stone, this is why I love it and see worth and purpose in each of its veins and cavities, in the yellow, in the gray, in the hardness, in the sound it makes when I knock at it, in the dryness or wetness of its surface.
We do not love things because of what they’re going to be. We love things because of what they are. Because they already are what they are, and not in the process of becoming what they are.