One day a traveler begged the Teacher for a word of wisdom that would guide the rest of the journey.
The Teacher nodded affably and though it was the day of silence took a sheet of paper and wrote on it a single word, “Awareness.”
“Awareness?” the traveler said, perplexed. “That’s far too brief. Couldn’t you expand on that a bit?”
So the Teacher took the paper back and wrote: Awareness, awareness, awareness.”
“But what do these words mean?” the traveler insisted.
Finally, the Teacher reached for the paper and wrote, clearly and firmly, “Awareness, awareness, awareness means…Awareness!” (Found without attribution in: Wisdom Distilled from the Daily by Joan Chittister.)
What else is there to say in these days of pain, suffering and discord? What will guide us on the rest of the journey?