One Zen nun describes the way most people interact like this; each person is an ice cube. In order to protect their soft insides each one freezes as hard as possible in hopes that when he or she bumps into someone else the other one will be hurt or chipped. That way, no one gets too close.
Working with your mind and emotions is like melting. You become soft and slushy. And those you come in contact with also get a little melty at the edges. And, to top it all off, it is irreversible. Once you start to notice bits of you coming apart you think, God I wish I could be a hard thoughtless ice cube again and go have some hamburgers at the Boulevard Tavern. But no.
And the end result? The hoped for finale? You are a puddle. Harumph. No hamburgers. No Radeburger. A puddle. What’s so great about being a puddle?
