My zen practice today is my internet.
It is a good thing my computer is not part of a security base where I am responsible to notify people the bomb is being dropped.
By the time my computer warmed up, found the site, downloaded or uploaded or whatever the F it does for ten minutes while I wait and chant OM, the bomb would be old news, and they’d be paving our burial site with a new super highway. The year would be 2026.
The slowness of life cannot be matched with the sluggishness of a modern computer.
It’s a good thing we still make pens and lined paper, otherwise I wouldn’t have a single book written.
I don’t wait well. Many places and many times I have been sure to reach old age, possibly even death before what I’m waiting for arrives. Computers, buses, miracles. I wait until there is a layer of dust on me.
Yet, sometimes I am late too. And this drives me more nuts than me waiting!