It suddenly started. The big rain kept pouring down upon the ground while the midday sun was still high in the sky. I stared out of the window, thinking, "What a day!"
A good day for Sutra of Compassion.
You could always draw all kinds of lines in your life, and put fictious viewpoints into different mind-set boxes, say, just like you might think about it this way: sunny day is sunny and rainy day is rainy, totally different and opposite in nature.
Or is it?
See with your mind-eye, see and accept the truth; once you realize you're exactly the one who've been making all these discremination and judgments, you're free at last.