Zen came to us suddenly. Exactly as it was written in all these books on Buddhism. It exploded in our consciousness, leaving a void that gradually began to be filled with a new perception of reality. All eternal truths suddenly became clear. An insight with a green shoot broke through the layers of the sleeping subconscious, awakening faith and a thirst for freedom.
It turned out that we are really connected to each other, and the whole planet is one. Drops of caring turned into an ocean of help. Saving others has become more important than one's own life. Material things turned to ashes before our eyes, so really, the meaning of life was not with them at all. No more other people's grief and other people's children.
The knowledge that death is a part of life will now forever remind of itself with a painful cold in the ribs. So that's what "many knowledge means many sorrows" was about.
Everything we sought in Indian ashrams and Tibetan gurus found us in our beds. Now all that remains is to practice. To practice humanity.
There is light and darkness in every person. The darkness has come upon us, so we must be the light. When the Buddha said "I will give you that which never dies", he meant light. Not some distant one from another universe, but something that is within us.
The light cannot be overcome.