“Aim at heaven and you will get earth thrown in. Aim at earth and you get neither.” —C. S. Lewis
Of the first heaven of heavenly fame
Second heaven was a reflection
The creator of both the same
The artist in heaven one
The intellect of the wise is like glass; it admits the light of heaven and reflects it.
Soon in second heaven
Upon surfaces inside caves
Likenesses of beasts painters made
Life on which they preyed
Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what’s a heaven for?
Then second heaven’s sculptors
Inside and outside caves
Gilded self-reflections raised
Likenesses to which they prayed
Every one of us is, even from his mother’s womb, a master craftsman of idols.
Thus with heaving and flood
Like the labor of rebirth
Or sobs and tears of mirth
Was heaven two reduced to earth
By the artist in heaven one
Let me give you a wonderful Zen practice. Wake up in the morning…look in the mirror, and laugh at yourself.
—Bernie Glassman, The Dude and the Zen Master
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