You have given me more than I can bear. A broken jug cannot hold the water that pours into it. We are broken, too, just like that, given more than we can bear, unable to contain or enclose or hold onto life. All that we can do is surrender to not being able to. But we are not alone in our brokenness, you and me. The whole universe is broken just like that, too. The stars explode. They cannot contain their fire. The rain pours because the sky cannot contain it, either. The soil is split apart by the shoot. All around us, we see: to exist is to be given more than one can bear, and so it is not just the human condition. It is the essence of being.