Mae Neecha’s reply to my question how everything could be suffering:

Yes, it’s the feeling of relief (that you’d call happiness) over Eric’s kidney stones that embodies the concept of everything is suffering.

Happiness is relief from suffering, or just less suffering. They are on different sides of the same scale… the scale of suffering. Just like how hot and cold are on opposite ends of the same temperature scale. Or how 0 and 100 are on opposite ends of a number scale.

It is like how sometimes people enjoy doing yoga, traveling the globe, talking to friends, or cooking dinner. The physical act itself is suffering, because you are exerting energy and working. Physical and mental exertion is suffering. Just because we tell ourself that it is fun and doesn’t feel like suffering doesn’t mean that it really isn’t suffering.

Alana’s reply with further thoughts on how everything could be suffering and the starting point for my Everything is Suffering contemplations;

Alright — I need to think on this more, but it does make sense, especially the part of suffering being a continuum we are always on, a scale we move up and down, but never get off of.  I think, on some level, I have always thought of suffering like landmines — if I can just tread carefully, chart the right course, it can be more or less avoided. But this I am starting to see isn’t right at all. Suffering is just the land itself. It has peaks and valleys for sure, but as long as you have two feet on land you have two feet firmly planted on the suffering scale.

We are up in VT for a few days checking out the leaves. We are staying in an air bnb and it is dirtier than I want. When Eric and I dirtied it even more, just by living in it, last night I started thinking…People are dirty, they do dirty things, they act in ways that dirty the environment around them. Here I am wanting to travel, but needing to stay in places where people are, places that naturally go through cycles of dirty and clean. I spend so much time stressing about cleanliness, trying to make my environment clean. Ridiculously believing that if  an environment looks clean, then it is clean, and if it is clean then it is safe (compounded wrong view obviously).  I have these rigid standards of cleanliness that are totally out of whack with reality. I have an expectation the world will bow to my standards, at least the air bnbs I ‘own’, that I use my money and effort to arrange, that I need to be in. But there are perfectly good reasons that my standard of cleanliness simply is not possible all of the time. It is my standard, not some rule. The more I considered this impossibility, and the suffering and discomfort I feel when I am places not perfectly clean, the more my heart eased up a bit.

I got to thinking suffering is like cleanliness. It too exists on a scale; like dirt, it is innate in this world, that is the part I never deeply considered before. I put myself in this world filled with dirt (suffering), I want to go places where there will naturally be dirt there (again suffering), I want to enjoy activities that create dirt (suffering). The idea that I can avoid suffering –keep from sliding up and down the scale that I literally live on–is as crazy as the idea that I can avoid dirt by never sliding off of a state of cleanliness. Now I am starting to see it — I don’t understand what this world actually is.  The belief that it is possible to make the world bow to my standards and expectations clearly underscores this deep misunderstanding.

Anyway, like I said…still thinking. Thanks for pointing me in the right direction.