Prologue “The naked trees dripped, the tarmac paths ran black. The park had soaked up rain like blotting paper and the lake was full, spilling over the litter – clogged weir into the dark sewer that ran beneath the town. Even in the clammy chill, the park had its occupants, heads down, striding through, taking […]
Do not seek fame.
Do not make plans.
Do not be absorbed by activities.
Do not think that you know.
Be aware of all that is and dwell in the infinite.
Wander where there is no path.
Be all that heaven gave you, but act as though you have received nothing.
Be empty, that is all”