Rumi yet again...
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn't make any sense
This is on page 367 of Coleman Barks translation, Rumi: The Big Red Book
It's another great reminder to me that there is no right or wrong answer.
We are all humans, we all desperately want to matter.
And maybe there are more important things