I'm going to China tomorrow. I have this fantasy where I'm visiting a monastery on one of the holy mountains (can I pick? I choose Wudang). The "personal tour guide" gives me a break and I can do a bit of hiking around the temple area. At this time of year, it's cold and stark but the mists make it look like a shanshui painting.
I serendipitously come across a monk meditating. I join him, trying to imitate his pose and serenity. He senses the wild, undisciplined thoughts that continually interrupt the emptiness of my mind. He asks, in English, "What do you want to know?"
"Tell me how you can be both compassionate and dispassionate."
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