Thich Nhat Hanh, the Vietnamese
Buddhist scholar, spoke about "why you must understand the root cause of
suffering of another person to really be able to give them love." But it
is hard to really understand another human being. I wish I could. It has been a
long time since I sat down in front of another being, looked them in the eye,
and really listened to what their heart told me. We all had a life goal to
achieve. Sitting down for a conversation would interfere with our productivity.
The train leaves the station. I try
using my laptop. I already regret bringing it along. It is too shaky. I shut it
down and read Bill Bryson for a while. Bryson is such a fun writer. Soon I fall
asleep. I like Keroauc too. He was a master wordsmith:
“the only people for me are the mad
ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of
everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace
thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like
spiders across the stars.”
