Once, i removed my eyes from my terminal...having felt like i lost my way, i went in search of Zen Roshi Stan Lee
An old pine tree preaches wisdom/And a wild bird is crying out truth.
Before enlightenment, I chopped wood and carried water; after enlightenment, I chopped wood and carried water.
First there is a mountain,/Then there is no mountain,/Then there is.
At once, i achieved Satori- if only for an instant, and thanked Zen Roshi Stan Lee. I returned to my terminal to contemplate the lesson.