December 12th

These blog posts are thinning out to say the least, partly because I'm busy, and partly because I've already said a lot of things I wanted to. Which is better, repeating yourself endlessly, or staying silent once you've said your piece?

Quote of the Week

  • "This house has been far out at sea all night, |The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills, |Winds stampeding the fields under the window |Floundering black astride and blinding wet |Till day rose; then under an orange sky |The hills had new places, and wind wielded |Blade-light, luminous black and emerald, |Flexing like the lens of a mad eye." - Ted Hughes, Wind

Tuesday, 10 August 2010

Zen Stories

I was sharing this story with a friend, and realised that it was good food for thought. It's only a story, and whether you agree with it is not important, but understanding it may bring you to understand other things.

In the hills of Nepal are set tiny villages, where the locals cling to life by farming, or more recently, by trading with tourists. In one of these villages there is a roadsidestall where tea is sold from a great boiling cauldron, at two different prices - 5 dollars, and 500 dollars. For both prices, the same tea is taken from the exact same cauldron, poured into the exact same cups, and served in exactly the same manner. Some travellers who buy the expensive tea say they have been cheated, others insist that it is the best cup of tea they've ever had in their lives.
There are those who look but do not see, but maybe the pilgrimmage to seek is the more important than the epiphany of discovery. Happy interpreting.

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