Simultaneously I Am Myself, The

Have You Seen The Snow Leopard? No! Isn't That Wonderful?

Figures Dark Beneath Their Loads Pass Down The Far Bank Of The River, Rendered Immortal By The Streak Of Sunset Upon Their Shoulders

In Zazen, One Is One's Present Self, What One Was, And What One Will Be, All At Once.

My Eye Is Fixed Not On The Ending Of The Book But On The Feeling Of That Ending.

I Have Never Figured Out How Women Work But I Do Know That Their Skin Color Has No Significance. Black Or White, Every Last One Is Pretty Pink On The Inside And They Are All Impossible.