When the mind that is subtle goes out through the brain and the sense-organs, the gross names and forms appear; when it stays in the heart, the names and forms disappear.
有人今天坐在树荫下,因为他很久以前种了一棵树。
Stories are the only way we have to make sense of the chaos around us.
Paper can be permanent if you respect its characteristics and design accordingly.
The speed of change is such that we have to run faster just to stay in the same place.