By Brother Minh An
Sometimes I look at the sky like it's a table, solid and limited and knowable. But on this lazy afternoon I closed my eyes and saw myself as space. When I looked up again I could no longer know what it was I was looking at. I could only intuit the vast blue emptiness, remembering that certainty is a kind of suffering. Then, when I looked back at the table, it was strange to me, and enormous, and full of sky.
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