Starting to get back into my zazen practice and reading I have found far less clarity, and yet an understanding I didn't know I remembered. Sitting still, allowing what is and what isn't to come to the forefront of my limited understanding, I have realized absolutely nothing. In this nothing I have found nothing, but everything seems to be involved in it more deeply than when I allow myself to become Tim... This makes no sense to anybody who reads it, and it makes no sense to what I understand as me, but it just is. Isolation is merely a blindfold and a blindfold is isolation. I enjoy the opposite as much as the opposite enjoys me, as much as I enjoy the same and the same enjoys me.