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9 comments:
A terse, yet brilliant, post. One of your better efforts, if also one of your less fathomable.
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Yes, I think so too. I would have explained its meaning and how it came to appear but these are technically advanced and intellectually profound matters and you would not be able to grasp the finer points.
Very Zen.
I thought perhaps you were quoting one of the early masters - was it Hogen Moneki? - who was especially notorious for meeting his disciples questions with only an enigmatic silence.
On reflection, and I hope you won't take this amiss as you know I have the very highest regard for your work, I rather feel that this post slips away a bit towards the end. After a promising start it loses momentum.
As I say, this is meant fondly and with admiration, not as a criticism.
Are you all going to keep this up for a VERY long time? I mean, I was hoping to delete this mistaken post.
Heavens no, don't delete it.
On further further reflection, it does have a strange beauty. One might say it has a gentle cadence, like to a dowager's sigh 'pon the morning of winter.
I'faith, I am beset by jabbering fools that void their crusty spittle on my works.
Nay good neighbour, th' art belovéd unto the highest, yea unto the very beam where proudly cries the owl when ought doth shiver.
Oh, for goodness' SAKE!
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