>> Empty handed I sit before you and behold, there is an instrument in my hands;
I travel here on foot yet I ride on the back of a mule;
And when we pass over this bridge, it is not the water that flows beneath us,
But the bridge. <<
--paraphrased and reset from Fudaishi
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Sunday, June 21, 2009
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