"The realization came to him less as a series of thoughts and more as a feeling, an understanding that appeared in its entirety. He looked around at the world as if he had never seen it before; he discerned no separation between himself and anything else. Everything was incredibly, achingly beautiful, and tears came naturally and effortlessly to his eyes as he perceived what simply is. Like a man who suddenly gets a punch line to an old joke, he understood a story that had confused him for years: the great Zen master Fa-ch’an was lying on his deathbed, surrounded by attendants. Outside his window, a squirrel screeched. “It’s just this,” the dying master said, “and nothing else.”"