What the Light Touches

by Xavier Bosch

The beginning of the last chapter in a person’s life story calls for respect.

If you have to bury your daughter, the last thing you forget is her age when your world ended. You could’ve survived a war, you could’ve suffered never seeing your love again, you could’ve experienced many close deaths—deaths that are the laws of life and those that challenge any natural law—but if you have experienced the worst thing in the world, you remember it every day. Her age: fifty-five. The date: July 25, 2000.

There’s always a moment in which a single gesture leaves an impression on an entire life. Magic.

“When you pray, you tense up, you concentrate with all your might to try to connect with someone who doesn’t have signal coverage, and you ask him for things he really can’t make good on. But when you meditate, you relax, you look inside, time stops, you open your mind.”

“Meditation is looking for the best solutions from within. Prayer is trying to find magical formulas from outside.”