“Angels fly because they take themselves lightly.”
I once knew a rabbi who carried a small stone in each of his pants pockets at all times.
In one pocket was a peculiar stone that reminded him of his absolute uniqueness in the universe. (No one is exactly like anyone else, and that makes us all special.)
In the other pocket was a small, ordinary stone. This one reminded him that he came from dust, and to dust he will eventually return. (No one is more special than anyone else.)
We are all unique, and we are all ordinary, at the same time.
Peace begins with pause,