Saturday, January 26, 2008

EXCERPTS FROM AN EVENING WITH Jan (c) 2000

One day one man was so struck:

When thoughts pass through my mind the wind ruffles the leaves. And when the wind ruffles the leaves, I look and think, "Ah, the wind ruffles the leaves" and do not realize that when I think about the wind, it does to my mind what it does to the leaves.

Question:

What is the wind doing in a man's head?

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