Have been reviewing the hundred eighty odd posts I’ve published with the intention of working them into an ordered, coherent, and integrated iBook-like whole. One from late 2013 struck me in connection with a quote I recently jotted down written by dour and glum old Hermann Hesse:
“For one brief, glowing day he had succeeded in practising the simple art known to every blade of grass.”—Hermann Hesse, Klein And Wagner
Sparklingly beautiful. Here’s my take, with photos:
Zen? It’s just a word, but what can it mean?