It was a marvelous night, the sort of night one only experiences when one is young. The sky was so bright, and there were so many stars that, gazing upward, one couldn’t help wondering how so many whimsical, wicked people could live under such a sky.
Relax. Everything will resolve itself in time. This is the way of the world. This is the way of Zen. Walk through life without stress or strain, and everything will return to its place.
No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell.
Always remember that the beauty of the stars that you see in the sky is nothing but a memory, but that the beauty of the darkness between them is timeless.
People understand me so poorly that they don’t even understand my complaint about them not understanding me.