My workflow is flawed. I recently read something and my unreliable memory suggests is was about a Buddhist monk who was talking about a particular glass or vessel that pleased him. But he knew that it was very fragile and that it could easily be broken.
So he imagines that the glass is already broken, and appreciates the miracle of it being present in this moment.
Thought it was a blog post, checked my starred posts in NetNewsWire. Nope.
Maybe it was a toot, checked my bookmarked "toots." Nope.
All things pass. Memory fades. Do not cling.
Be here now.
Originally posted at Nice Marmot 05:52 Sunday, 3 September 2023