I dozed off and blacked out last night. Somewhere in between I had come to identify with the ox and the oxen in the story. The cook, who was acknowledged as a cook and a cutter of the ox, might be more inclined to call himself an ox. He must have known it in a […]

Learning, Understanding, Feeling

How can we go through life living in the spirit of the fluid, effortless, ox cutting cook without first extending effort? If we are shown the way, we can not really learn the way. If we understand they way, we do not really know the way. But if we feel the way, ah ha, then we […]