A king asked a monk, where is the breath you breath? Where is the music you play? Where is the love you speak of? Is it tangible? How come I can not see it? The king insisted, “show me the actual music, come on show it to me, prove to me there is music.” The monk was quite perplexed by the questions, but tried to respond, “Well the music is playing now, can you hear it? It is beautiful, adorable,... Read more