In the bookshop, while glancing down the spines of the books, one really caught my eye.
This was the one that had what I was looking for and I went to pull it out.
Only then did I notice that this was not a book at all, and was in fact the vertical wooden frame of the book shelf.
There was more truth in a piece of bare wood than I could have expected from the greatest master-work that had left its mark on paper.
The Cat's Me...Ow...Ow...OW!
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1 comments:
Books are full of knowledge and worldviews we acquired since birth.
Finding a spine of a wooden block instead of a book opens a moment of emptiness; similar to a great yet essential design/ink stroke to baffle the ordinary mind.
MM (former anonymous, still learning how to play at this cup of Tao)
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