It is too clear and so it is hard to see.
A dunce once searched for a fire with a
Had he known what fire was,
He could have cooked his rice much sooner.
– Joshu Washes the Bowl, The Gateless Gate #7
Zen Flesh, Zen Bones, p. 176
Translated by Paul Reps and Nyogen Senzaki
In this topsey turvey time when everything seems to be coming to pieces, I often feel shadows of doom and despair creep over me. Some days it is...