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My bow-legs crossed, I sat before someone I thought the great teacher.
His whole body a fist, he said, "Pain is the great teacher."
As sun rejects moon, as water rejects fire, one must reject a notion first
if one is ever to embrace it. The flower of denial, perhaps, the great teacher?
I wandered the museums of terra cotta soldiers and the mansions
of silence. I asked the ronin where I might find the great teacher.
I sent my dream-self to the...





