The Sun said to the Clouds, "Remember when we used to be together all the time and make rainbows?"
The Clouds nodded. "I'm sorry for going clap bang boom! at you," said the Clouds.
"I'm sorry for going sizzle sizzle sizzle! at you," said the Sun.
"It's better being friends!" said the Sun, and the Clouds agreed. They hugged. The Sun shined brightly and the Clouds misted happy rain. Ever so slowly, rainbows reappeared near and far, turning the world colorful once again.
BEAUTY can be found in birth and also in dying. If we know how to live, we will also know how to die. Living in beauty means dying in beauty. The deepest way to be alive and the deepest way to die are the same -- doing so in harmony with everyone and everything, in the true spirit of interbeing. The moment we do this, ideas of self and nonself, life and death, vanish, and we experience joy, equanimity and non-fear.