Mary Ruefle quotes Ernest Fenollosa saying
we each only really speak one sentence in our lifetime. That sentence begins with your first words, toddling around the kitchen, and ends with your last words . . . in a nursing home, the night-duty attendant vaguely on hand. Or, if you are blessed, they are heard by someone who knows you and loves you and will be sorry to hear the sentence end.
Well, that’s quite a thought…..the one sentence which meanders around, entwining itself amongst the events and moments of your life (just like this tree growing year by year amongst the temple lanterns).
Birth and death sentence…
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