A number of years ago, I was driving down the highway with a little girl who was about five at the time. She would always get philosophical with me because she knew I was capable of allowing her to do so. She was in the backseat talking away, and she said to me, “Life is weird, and it just doesn’t make any sense. It’s crazy!” She added, “We are born naked and then we die naked. I don’t understand it!”
I immediately responded, “I feel the same way—it is crazy and it doesn’t make that much sense to me, either, but maybe that’s by design. Maybe we need to not understand it so we will go deeper within ourselves to seek to understand it.”She was pondering a sacred thought that many of us have had, and she was right: It is pretty weird and crazy unless you know, embrace, and embody the purpose of the space that lies between the nakedness.