YOU ARE NOTHING!
It was a
building in San Franciso speaking to me. The building was all white and it was
a hospital on Pine Street, a mile south of downtown. I shouted back that it was
nothing. Some nothingness is stronger than other nothingness, and in this case,
the building was stronger than me; it was a fortress, an invincible
construction where it housed labs, blood, needles, and people. Some people go
in in some condition, and they come out in another condition, about that this
is all we can say.
The Tao says
that health cannot be bought, it must be earned.
I was the tai
chi master of the supermarket and not only that, but I was also the reader of
souls, and Jimmy Carter was president. I said that I would read his book
someday. Some time later, after all of this, I received a card from Jimmy and
Rosalind that was simply signed. They could write their own signatures. But I
don’t know about that buffoon in the White House today. It is like monsoon
rain, a lot of inconvenience and we need it to soften the hardened mud, but
despite its heavy volume, it ends rather quickly when it ends, and things go
back to a tolerably drear.
Things are
really like that – come thingness and go nothingness. In Chinese sensibility,
whiteness is death, the funerial color. Even so, I was so out of it, I was not
afraid, because I was even more afraid of life.
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