what happens when i read only zen
I I use a line that is dead and predetermined as long as I need a temporary guide along which to move. When I discover the pulse of my heart, I consider it; that is a mechanism and marker of my individual trajectory. I may modify its rhythm through appropriate exercises, when I feel it is necessary, without attempting to cut short nor implode its strikes. I can slow down my breathing when doing the things I love, so that my slower heart rate will allow the moment to feel longer. If I permanently set my internal clock to the rhythm of dead and predetermined lines, I give little opportunity for my own autonomous motor to run its course. Some of my ideas may have the lifespan of a mouse and others might move more like a whale. A line that is dead and predetermined can arbitrarily scale the bodies of my ideas without considering the size of their hearts and the proportions needed to keep the right amount of blood flowing throughout their whole systems. The crown of branches growing fr...