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GUIDE BOOK

“In Chiangmaithere are many shapeful chedisin which nowhere can be seen.” Is stillness somethingor is it merelywhat’s left overwhen thingsdisappear? How can thingswhich are ever-moving,ever-changing,not be? Stillness is complete and perfectwhen boundaries disappear. Cattle do not feelthe farmyard gatepressing againsttheir … Continue reading

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HOW MANY ANGELS CAN STAND ON THE POINT OF A PIN?

Although the Two Worldsare so intimately linked,how is it that they arecompletely distinct? See!A ten-ton elephant and a thousand soldiersreflected in a single mirror! Why doesn’t the glass shatterunder the weight of such an elephant?Why does not the frame splinterbeneath … Continue reading

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MIDSUMMER DREAM

I dreamed of Paradise Garden; sunlight sliding down from an infinite sky through cedar trees to emerald lawns; oriental poppies six feet high, Indian butterflies gliding by through multilayered shades of blue. Olympian Apollo’s statue holds a fountain in his … Continue reading

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STOP!

If stopping were easy, a thought beam properly directed would thread silently through atom after atom and bring the entire universe to a standstill. An empty mirror reflected in itself.  Not easy. Not difficult. A judicious response to the Problem … Continue reading

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STOPPING THE MIND

If stopping were easy, a thought beam properly directed would thread silently through atom after atom and bring the entire universe to a standstill. An empty mirror reflected in itself. If stopping were difficult, the spider mind would jumble on, … Continue reading

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CINDERELLA’S SHOES

The ugly sister, Alice, glared at the mirror with reflected malice; gave a grin and blew a bubble; stroked the stubble on her chin and simpered, in unbridled bliss, “What a charmer I iss!” adding, with a grimace, “Who’s the … Continue reading

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HOMO SAPIENS CHRISTMAS

“Plastic flowers, plastic treeses, fan-assisted, cooling breezes; all the snow is cotton wool with chunks of ice to keep it cool. Olé!” Walking about his planet (with his dog) carrying out his inspections, looking at his reflections, blaming the mirrors, … Continue reading

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