When is a summer night's noise not music? When is a strong wind not a hard embrace? When is a pinch of salt not a feast? When is a wet forest not perfume? When is a river not a galaxy?
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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