From your first day at school you are cut off from life to make theories.

Keep your hands open, and all the sands of the desert can pass through them. Close them, and all you can feel is a bit of grit.

Think with your whole body.

If you are not happy here and now, you never will be.

We feel our shell keeps us safe, but it crushes us and others, and keeps out light and sun.

If we achieve satori and the satori shows, like a bit of dogshit stuck to the top of our nose, that is not so good.

The silence of the mountain is even more beautiful once the birds are quiet.