Every once in a while I look around and find I don't really know where I am. All of a sudden there is this flash of formless insight that washes over and sort of lifts this fog that sits in front of my mind and it's like I see everything for the first time. The world becomes more than a series of learned reactions and dull, predictable moments. The possibilities and full potential of life sits in front of me and inside of me.
So I was reading D.T. Suzuki's "An Introduction to Zen Buddhism" and I came across this uncredited poem:
"How wondrously strange, and how miraculous this!
I draw water, I carry fuel."
So I at least made it through one more day of making sandwiches and smiling at the eternally frowning housewives.