The fruit on the perfect trees. It was a day of beautiful women. Often, I want to run away from beauty. The grace is too powerful. This is a large disappointment.
People are the same as reflections.
Though prodding their motives is not so narcissistic as poking a reflection. Don't talk about your family or your ancestors. When you practice, find a stillness, and bring that stillness in to the rest of your life. I get to wear the bonds of strange man in a foreign land. I get to be free of the domesticity that I wish I could despise.