Conflict zen and the overflowing teacup

When I packed my bags for college, my big sister gave me a book to put in my suitcase. It was beautifully bound and just the right size in my hands.

It was just the right size for my mind, too. I carry the book with me still, two decades later. The very first story in Zen Flesh, Zen Bones has received me as a visitor more times than I can count: [Read more]