When a rock brakes or a man dies his identity cannot be touched as a hand touches, yet he can still be touched from behind my eyes where his identity lives. Having never died I as yet do not know what I will feel.  What I guess is only the end of an identity no more moving than a man leaving town for the one universe is unchanged.  I only observe it differently.  Death is only destruction.
        What is destruction?  To live requires the destruction of identity.  Some destruction, like the breaking of a rock, is of less consideration, and some, like the killing of yourself, is of greater consideration.  In the consideration of both there can be much joy. Merely breathing destroys the identity of oxygen and produces the identity of carbon dioxide.
        Then to live you must destroy.  There is, as with all things, a continuum of significance to destruction even from the view of all things.  The more at one with the universe you are the larger is your chosen group of identities until by only breathing you can note the destruction of identity without affecting the existence of the universe and know that you will be one with the universe even if you are destroyed.  In the meantime to observe the destructions that create your identity gives the joy of feeling alive.  To know that within the universe there is death for you is to feel the flattery of the universe toward yourself.
        Every man has the right to take, but by not using so much I feel the joy of giving whether it is not to kill a person or to break a stone.   I spend time considering myself in the universe.
        I feel wealthy because I possess the universe.  I covet only what I use which leaves plenty for the universe.  Since I have plenty to give away I seldom feel taken.
        Breaking things repulses me so I try to learn to give away what is stolen as graciously as I can. For in the end the universe will still be there and as part of it I go on. My entity will be gone but it wasn’t special.  It is now and that is enough. Breaking things is killing.  Killing is necessary to be so breaking things is necessary to be.
        When another covets something I covet, I am filled with the challenge of learning to give.  When I see myself progressing toward giving I am increased. I feel the wealth of the man who possesses everything and is not threatened.