Did Noah guess when he ran aground, that when all is lost, then all is found? Did Joseph, sold into slavery, think loss creates the atmosphere for harvests some other day or year? Someone said, to view color, the eye itself must be wholly, completely color free. Another, on Zen and Archery, wrote that, from emptiness may come the wonderful "unfoldment of doing." I tell myself, take note of how, it may be now and only now, with a cup where all once held, is spilled, that it is ready to be refilled.