The water doesn't know
what it's going to carve
into the bed of a river.
It just carves what is there.
The soft parts go first.
The hardest parts last.
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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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Oh, the beauty of the Taoist (or whatever) metaphor. Such visuals make my heart "soar like a hawk!"
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