Monday, 7. February 2005
Some words in the afternoon...
Photograph by Gisela
[A] One blind man looks for the Truth among the labyrinth of books. What did other blind men look at in those years we can now label B.G. (Before Gutenberg)? Stars, Or autumn leaves perhaps, for some sign of arrival? [B] One winter the master gleefully hacked the Buddha standing at the gate into firewood. What will remain of this afternoon? Drawing water. Cutting firewood.
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