This strong sense of who I am that I've always had, since I was very young, is what makes me write.

It's true that Eastern philosophy and religion were not unknown to me as a child, since my father has explored much in that area, and written books more or less in that area, too.

I went for a walk in the rain. Recently, whenever it rains, I feel like I want to go for a walk.

People may wish to say that the thing that is in conflict with my creativity is not Buddhism - that's fine.

I think the seventies caught the last red rays of the dying sun of this innocence, but were already a little cold and drab.

Some people have described Daoism as pantheist, and although there's something in me that resists this designation, I can see that Daoism is consistent with pantheism. If there is any way in which pantheism makes sense and is not redundant, then it is the way (or 'the Way') presented in Daoism.

In the meditation, of course, the question is repeated and repeated until you run out of answers - or so I hear.