I feel a certain satisfaction in sending off utility bills with a T.rex postage stamp and a Nature Conservancy return-address label attached to the envelope.
You know, a recognition of the raw-material source of their business and its bigger cost on the planet … an Earth House Hold awareness of an economy.
Like Zen, my mind works in strange ways, and this is how I too often see things.
I can imagine a Buddhist sutra in which two monks observe the sign. They’re walking, of course, rather than driving.
The first says something pithy asking how Zen, being nothing, can do anything, much less work.
And the second replies that work’s nothing, too. But it’s not lazy.
Better, I suppose, than “ZZZ Working,” which many assume while passing the usual sign and seeing the crew standing by idly.
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A buddy in Vermont reports that the nightlife in his town now equals Manhattan’s.