We appear in the world, quite real, but without definite edges. Turns out we are not complete and autonomous; rather we bleed out into the universe, into openness. Or perhaps it’s better to say we arise out of, are sustained by, and return to that openness, that boundlessness. A traditional Zen word for this aspect of what we are is “empty.” You might think of this Empty as our family name. You and I, and flies and... Read more