I was riding on the train thinking about how the structure of life on earth is akin to a game. An image of glass beads used for childhood games appeared in my mind. Usually they were sold in a green pouch, resembling a tiny fishing net. The beads looked a bit like roe. I didn't know how to play with them, but I was marvelling at their beautiful interior. Each bead contained a colourful eye inside. I could spend hours staring at them, turning a bead between my fingers.
In my adult life I held the Buddhist belief that Buddha’s potential resides in every existence. I thought about the fact that every seed, for example a seed of a pine tree, in some sense is already a tree. Everything possess some kind of ability to transform.