Currently Reading:
Not Always So
by Shunryu Suzuki



What Does it Matter?:
What difference does it make if I drag a chair across the floor instead of picking it up?
What of the people who live below you, or who might be in the next room?
What of the chair itself?
What does our abuse to things do to us as human beings, who store emotions as information?


Cheers,
CET

"Much of the suffering in the world comes from the illusion that we are separate from one another." - Gautama Buddha