I'm paranoid. On my stationary bike, I have a rear view mirror.
Dontopedalogy is the science of opening your mouth and putting your foot in it, which I've practised for many years.
Were you here in the bad old days?. . . That's why you can't read and write then!
They have eating dogs for the anorexic now.
Well, you didn't design your beard too well, did you?
You bloody silly fool!
Do people trip over you?
And to have spent the night sleeping and awoken regretful, is better than to have spent the night standing (in prayer) and awaken impressed with oneself!
[On being told their loquacious, domineering host was 'outspoken':] By whom?
Refined, intense, wise, stiring, immediate, subtile, all the charmed qualities gather in Dropping the Bow. These translations are precious jewels. Like the erotic moods they investigate, these versions shimmer and startle with a palpable desire to be heard, and a mystical sense of impermanence. This is a transmission of a vital, extraordinary tradition.
I change as the times change. I'm a reflection of what's around me without trying at all.