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Author's Note: Inspired by a daily meditation from the dailyzen website.
July 9, 2008
No one knows this mountain I inhabit: Deep in white clouds, forever empty, silent.
- Han Shan ( 7th-9th cent)
He stood balanced, hands on hips. Eyes flickered from one piece of paper to another, tracing invisible connections in faces, in official phrases from documents, in transcripts from radio calls.
He had sat in front of the computer, painstakingly tapping out details, creating a timeline, a cohesive explanation of what had happened, what could have happened, what did not happen. It had fallen apart: a series of unconnected ramblings.
Now he stood in front of the wall: still, silent. He was not conscious of thought – he simply stood, contemplating the wall of questions, and waited for the answers to come.