During meditation a few days ago, I had a vision that left a profound impression on me. I saw a small, pitiful creature lying on its side on the ground. It looked a bit like a newborn puppy – hairless, pale, eyes barely opened, and as though it was born deformed such that it struggled to even stand up on its legs. But what struck me wasn’t its physical helplessness. I could see through into the creature’s inner world of mental anguish. It was trapped in a state of suffering, capable only of repeating a series of debilitating thoughts that reflected its limited field of perception. The thoughts were about how restricted its world was, how it could never seem to get out of this nightmare into which it was cruelly born, and how helpless it was.