Once upon a time, in a certain town there was a coffin maker who opened and was running a store where he sold the coffins he made himself to the customers in the neighborhood. The popuplation in the town increased day-by-day.
Emptiness is just another way of looking at infinite space. Our monkey mind traps us in a shrinking ball of our worldly endeavors. Tighter and tighter, smaller and smaller till any reasonable view is gone and we lose all wisdom. Meditation is about a release of the ball’s tension. It is about finding the never ending space between our commitments and sufferings: knowing all is relative. Buddhism is about now, not about pie in the sky by and by. MU