an ancient haiku

The world of dew
Is a world of dew, and yet,
And yet

It's by an 18th century Japanese poet called Issa. It's always ... resonated with me. I mean, I've tried the Buddhist nothing-matters, the-world-is-an-illusion, thing. It's one way of dealing with the nastiness of the world, isn't it? So I've tried it. You can do it if you're sitting alone, spaced out. But as soon as you interact with the world ...

I guess if you meditate for years and years, if you're one of those Buddhist monks, maybe you can do it then. But, like Issa said (after the death of his last surviving child),
And yet,
And yet