Sublime

reticence

I saw then that this is one of those embarrassing stories in which the storyteller unconsciously describes his own mind. I thought the koan was boring, but I hadn’t let it all the way in. I thought the koan was lazy, but no, that was also me. And I had convinced a few of my colleagues as well. It’s really nice to have your delusions exploded; it’s

“Where and

The people loved Thomas because he defended the power of the pastor to drive the people into the time-bending wormhole of salvation,

“style transfer.”

and more interesting. If this koan has chosen you, or called to you, it naturally belongs with certain other questions, deep questions, which then become yours. What happens to me when I die? What happens to me when those I love die? When someone has died are they alive in my mind or dead? In what way are they still alive and in what way not? And o

knowledge and ability,