2018.01.16 23:36

 

I believe in simple life. All the simpler in jail, so I could leave it amy time without complications. It embarrassed me on this transfer to find myself burdened once more with a heap of petty things which I would like to do without.

 

On the way to the new prison, in addition to the heavy bundle on the shoulders, a weighty thought kept pressing on my mind. A thought about the Old Master who told the attendant boy one day to prepare a clean gown and a walking stick for a long, long jouney tomorrow morning. At dawn the next morning the Master breathed his last, wearing a crispy gown and slighly leaning on the stick, by the entrance to the hermitage. The sublime posture of his departure was reproving me all the way.

 

[Shenzi] 

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