Fog and tree skeletons
make one kind of wilderness.
Money and spiritual poverty
make another kind of wilderness.
But the darkest wilderness
is the wilderness we make inside.
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- I grew up in Christian fundamentalism, went to hell, came back, became a Presbyterian then a Buddhist Presbyterian, and now I'm a profane Presbyterian Zen Taoist -- not that I'm into labels or anything. Here's what I've learned so far: The more you know, the more you know you don't know.
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